Uncle Lucius - Pocket Full of Misery lyrics

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”