I Got Pockets

I got pockets 
Filled with golden sunshine 
In shallow jean pockets
They're tattered faded n torn 
At the knees
Kinda similar to my soul

Now i dont wear no crown
I dont practice what i preach 
Because everything i say 
Is unrehearsed 


My life course
Set to you 
Destation is true
Just hope i make 
In time to you 
Or ill be so blue

Now warm that fire
Uncork that bottle 
Sit and share love n stories 
About all our glory 
Lets share this day 
Making its love own way .

Sultry funky soulful bluesy wailing slide guitar horns drums male voice