Rocket Songtext
von Moot Davis

I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream i love to stab in the back
Itâs a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If i donât watch my step
Theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out


Got fall down drunk lord
In good old ft. worth
Yea the papers down there
Said i gave emâ all their moneys worth
But all i can remember
Is a hang over and a dirty shirt
And the miles donât mean a thing
Traveled thousands of emâ
For a brass ring
And if i ever get out of this mess
Goinâ back home
Where iâm loved the best
I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream i love to stab int he back
Itâs a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If i donât watch my step
Theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out
And the highway
Was just a bad dream
Like sittinâ through a film iâve already seen
And if i ever get out of this mess
Goinâ back home where iâm loved the best
I got a rocket in my pocket
And a dream i love to stab in the back
Itâs a fine line between broke
And just a little crack
If i donât watch my step
Theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
Just to carry me out