Pocket Full of Misery

Say I have been on seven 'Til them chains come undone Fighting a battle that you've already won Saying, hey, hey, momma Look at me Standing down on 12th Street Pocket full of misery Fast cars and bad luck Well, they never were Your friends The whiskey and the lighting Will it drive you around again? You were singin' Hey, hey, momma Look at me Standing down on 12th Street Pocket full of misery Back down in Texas Where they all knew your name Seven come 11 And 'em angels sing They were singng Hey, hey, momma Look at me Standing down on 12th Street Pocket full of misery They where singing Hey, hey, momma Take a look at me Standing down on 12th Street Pocket full of misery