Pocket Full of Misery - Uncle Lucius

Seven on seven

Till them chains come undone

Fighting a battle that you’ve already won

Singing: «Hey, hey mama

Look at me

Standing down on Twelfth Street

Pocket full of misery»

Boxcars and bad luck

Well, they never were your friends

The whiskey and the lightning

Well, it brought you round again

You were singing: «hey, hey mama

Look at me

Standing down on Twelfth Street

Pocket full of misery»

Back down in Texas

Where they all new your name

Seven, come eleven

You could hear them angels sing

They were singing: «hey, hey mama

Look at me

Standing down on Twelfth Street

Pocket full of misery»

They were singing: «hey, hey mama

Take a look at me

Standing down on Twelfth Street

Pocket full of misery»