FAITH IN MY POCKET
Words and Music by Mark Growden
I thought I saw a shootin’ star
It was a cigarette thrown from a trucker’s window
Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway
Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three
The leaves are gonna fall
The geese are gonna fly away
I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay
I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter
and watch her blush
I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes
begin to glimmer
Oh, she make me shiver
Oh, she make me shiver
Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway
Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three
The leaves are gonna fall
The geese are gonna fly away
I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay
Oh, I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter
and watch her blush
I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes
begin to glimmer
Oh, she make me simmer
Oh, she make me simmer
Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket
Winter won’t you drop of Faith
Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket
Faith in my pocket
