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( Poverty song lyrics )
HOLE IN YOUR POCKET
Copyright © 1999 - mickterry.com

1: Shuffling down the pavement
when the wind is cutting cold,
and this business of no business
has been quickly growing old.
Your thoughts might drift to better times
if any could be found.
But all that's left is present day
and that just brings you down.

2: You had your chance; you blew it all
while stretching for the sky.
It's a big league game of dominoes
where some just can't survive.
It swept you up and knocked you down
'til you were on your knees,
and no one even noticed
how you disappeared with ease.

CHORUS A:
When there's a hole in your pocket
and a hole in your shoe,
you've got a whole lot of women
that aren't looking right at you.
You've got a whole lot of distance
from here to your desires,
and a whole lot of reasons why ...

3: You curse the bloody market,
the economy, the Feds.
And you curse that nagging notion
that you never had the edge.
But you're so far, far down there
in the bottom of the pits,
it's hard to see some daylight
when you've bottomed out like this.
CHORUS A:

BRIDGE:
Could there be a lesson
somewhere in this wrecked career?
That maybe what you really want
is something far from here?
That maybe this whole chasing game
is not quite worth the race?
That maybe somewhere deep inside,
you didn't like the taste?

4: Shuffling down the pavement,
there's a glimmer deep within:
just a subtle realization:
here's a chance to start again.
But in a new direction
more in sync with your own soul:
a much more gentle challenge,
a much less deadly toll.

CHORUS B:
When there's a hole in your pocket
and a hole in your shoe,
you've got a whole different attitude
and different point of view.
You've got a whole lot more substance,
more ways to be inspired
and a whole lot of chances why ...

Copyright © 1999  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other homeless / poverty song lyrics:   LACK ATTACK
RUNAWAY CART
I AIN'T BEGGING
THE SIMPLE LIFE
BRAND NEW SLUMS
GOD, HOW I'M GLAD
SO LONG, SO WRONG
AMONG THE RANKS (OF THE SELF-EMPLOYED)
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