Take Your Hand Outta My Pocket - Van Morrison

Take your hand outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' that belong to you
Take your hand outta my pocket,
I ain't got nothin' that belong to you
Don't take your hand out
I'm gonna call the police on you

I got hip to your record
The first thirty five seconds I got to town
I got hip, hip to your record
First thirty five seconds that I got to town
If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the man, gonna take you down, who, yeah
Play the blues!

I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what belong to me
I don't mean no one no harm, no, no
I just want, 
Just want what belong to me
So if ya take your hand outta my pocket,
I'll ask the judge to set you free







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