Tore Down Pockets

I'd like to be a bluesman
And travel around the world
But I've got tore down pockets
And I have no place to go
I wanna give the best on everything I do
So I can make my dream come true

Everyday starving
Living my illusion
And trying to walk my way
To find a solution
Well, I've got tore down pockets
I'm holding on this blues
'Cause I've got nothing else to lose

Well, I used to say sadly
I've got nothing at all
But now I've have this blues
So I can reach my goal
'Cause I've got tore down pockets
I've got so much to mend
So I can reach a happy end

I'd like to be a bluesman
And travel around the world
But I've got tore down pockets
And I have no place to go
I wanna give the best on everything I do
So I can make my dream come true



Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Bernal
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