Joe Bonamassa Dirt In My Pocket Lyrics

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 drains my life

Gone is the stranger from a forgotten time

Fly me out of the window sill

No, it ain't about my life and it ain't about my will



Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions

I've been around a long time, I can't lie to myself



Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes

Makes a grown man wicked, it's an easy man's blues

Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you

Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's blues



Lost in a daze as I find myself

Looking for new ways to find a way out

'Cause and effect makes me drown a desire

Tempted by my fate of a virgin fire



Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions

I've been around a long time, I can't lie to myself



Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes

Makes a grown man wicked, it's an easy man's blues

Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you

Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's blues



Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you

Makes a good man walking, it's an easy man's blues, yeah

Hey, dirt in my pocket now