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Empty Pockets - Elis Country Soul
Woke up this morning looking at the wall
Waiting for a change that never comes at all
My cup is empty and my cupboard is bare
Lord, it's hard to find a little bit of care
Money is a shadow that runs from the light
Leaving me to struggle through the lonely night
I worked all day until my hands were sore
But still the landlord's knocking at my door
A dollar is a mountain I can never climb
Losing all my speed, one cent at a time
The piano plays a low and honest chord
Telling stories that I cannot well afford
Oh, life and money are a cruel game
Burning up my future like a rag in flame
I'm rich in sorrow, but I'm pouring gold
Selling off my freedom just to keep my soul
The flute is crying like a child in the cold
Watching how this bitter tale is being told
No die
No time
Just the blues
Left to lose
