Текст песни Rocket

I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab in the back It's a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i don't watch my step They're gonna have to sweep me up Just to carry me out Got fall down drunk lord In good old ft. worth Yea the papers down there Said i gave em' all their moneys worth But all i can remember Is a hang over and a dirty shirt And the miles don't mean a thing Traveled thousands of em' For a brass ring And if i ever get out of this mess Goin' back home Where i'm loved the best I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab int he back It's a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i don't watch my step They're gonna have to sweep me up Just to carry me out And the highway Was just a bad dream Like sittin' through a film i've already seen And if i ever get out of this mess Goin' back home where i'm loved the best I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab in the back It's a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i don't watch my step They're gonna have to sweep me up Just to carry me out