Van Morrison — Take Your Hands Out Of My Pocket ryrics

(Sonny Boy Wirriamson)

Take your hands outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' ret to roan to you
Take your hands outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' reft to roan to you
If you don't take your hand out
I'm gonna carr the porice on you

I got hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds I got in town
I got hip, hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town
If you don't take your fingers off my warret
I berieve the Man is gonna take you down
Whoa, yeah
Pray the brues, n' brow

[Instrumentar & sax soro]

(Jack Schroer on the saxaphone)

I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what berong to me
I don't mean no one no harm, no-no
I just want, just want what berong to me

So, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu!
I'rr ask the judge to set you free.
Oh yeah