Carole King Pocket Money song lyrics
Carole King Pocket Money song lyrics
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
Thereâs a wall around my body,
A fence around my kind.
Nothing comes to me easily,
Not leastwise peace of mind.
Still, I keep movinâ,
Tryinâ to break on through.
I donât know nothinâ else to do.
Peelinâ paint above my head
Is just another sign.
Black clouds in the distance,
Gettinâ closer all the time.
I gotta keep movinâ,
Tryinâ to break on through.
I donât know nothinâ else to do.
Sometimes when I think that things
Are bad as they can be,
I see a fella standing
Lower down on the ladder than me.
Now, Iâm alive and kickinâ
Dust behind my heel.
Long as I got my soul
Iâm on the good end of the deal
And Iâm gonna keep movinâ,
Tryinâ to break on through.
I donât know nothinâ else to do.
I gotta keep movinâ.
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
So, Iâm gonna keep movinâ.
No pocket money.
Copyright 1972
by Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music