Joe Bonamassa Dirt In My Pocket Lyrics

So here's my situation, for all the world to see.
Gone is my innocence, all that's left is me.
Rising up, just to tear me down.
I can be your perfect stranger, but just not now.

Insomnia, it drains my life.
Gone is the stranger, from a forgotten time.
Fly me out, of the windowsill.
No it ain't about my life, and it ain't about my will.

War and superstitions, joy and inhibitions.
I've been around along time, I can't lie to myself.

Dirt in my Pocket, Dirt on my Shoes.
Makes a grown man win again, it's an easy man's Blues.
Dirt on my Conscience, Dirt over you.
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man Blues.

Lost in a Daze, as I find myself.
Looking for new ways, to find a way out.
Cause an effect, makes me drown a desire.
Tempted by my fate, of a virgin fire.

War and superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I've Been Around a Long time, I can't lie to myself

Dirt in my Pocket's, dirt on my Shoes
Makes a grown man win again.
It's a easy man's Blues.
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you.
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man Blues.
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you.
Makes a good man walking, it's a easy man's Blues yeah.
Hey, Dirt in my Pocket Now.
Hmmmmmm mmmmmmm

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