I’ve been dealing in poor man’s pockets

I am a man best left alone

Been sitting in the lone star dreaming

Down here at San Angelo

I’ve been broken down, I got busted

I’ve been left out in the cold

Got itchy when I was nineteen

Too many on a dead end road

Hitched out on an International

Aint got nothing left behind

Setting out to find what I’ve been looking for

Got a vision in my mind

The sparks’ll fly and the steel gets twisted

But the road still carry’s on

Gotta move to some point of somewhere

Down around San Angelo

I got broken down, I got busted

Hell I just didn’t know

When you sell yourself short on your dreams

Well you got no place to go

So for the guts and for the glory

Hell I thought I’d take it all

But they’ll take you for all you got going

And they’ll leave you nothing for

I’ve been dealing in these poor man’s pockets

I am a man best left alone

Got stuck here in the lone star dreaming

Down here at San Angelo

© DeSoto Rust 2009