empty pockets empty pockets

got a plane out to Las Vegas left my home in New Orleans. I’ve got no money in my pocket and holes in my old blue jeans.

It blues overtake me. I’ll pack up and I’ll move on. We’ll fly high silver eagle take west to my new home.

I said goodbye to my loved ones, I said goodbye to my friends when I wake the next morning my new life will begin, but still no money in my pockets same old holes, my old blue jeans, but none of that really matters. I just needed a change of scene

Time to fill my empty pockets, patch the holes, old blue jeans, and pick up all the pieces of all my broken dreams

Been sailing through this life like a ship lost out at sea. It’s time to fill these empty pockets and be the man I ought to be.

Yes, time to fill these empty pockets be the man I ought to be