Get Your Hands out of My Pockets - Don Derby

I'm just one man, chasing down a dream in a so-called promised land. I've kept my nose clean while pushing on an old grindstone, yeah. Two hands, strong back has given me all I have and I ain't gonna let you take it away. So you better listen when I say. Get your hands out of my pockets. Get your ear off of my phone. Get your voice out of my head get your *** out of my home. Oh don't tell me what to do, tell me what to say, tell me how to live, tell me how to pray Brother either way, I'm through with all your talking. Get your hands out of my pockets. Well I got me an old truck, that costs about a hundred bucks to fill up on gas just so I can go to work and bust my oh yeah. Long day, drive home crash on a couch and turn the TV on. New night, old news. Same ole, same ole doomin' and gloom. Well the fed's in the red and the greenback's got the blues. Oh and everything I own you think that I owe you. Well, get your hands out of my pockets. Get your ear off of my phone. Get your voice out of my head. Get your *** out of my home. Oh don't tell me what to do, tell me what to say, tell me how to live, tell me how to pray, brother either way I'm through with all your talking. Get your hands out of my pockets. [Guitar Solo] Well I'd be out of business, if my business ran like yours. If you spend yourself rich, you're surely gonna wind up poor. So, get your hands out of my pockets. Get your ear off of my phone. Get your voice out of my head. Get your *** out of my home. Oh don't tell me what to do, tell me what to say, tell me how to live, tell me how to pray, brother either way I'm through with all your talking. So get your hands out of my pockets. Yeah, get your hands out of my pockets. Oh yeah!