G7 C7 Take your hands outta my pocket, baby G7 C7 G7 I ain't got nothin' let to loan to you C7 Take your hands outta my pocket C7 G7 Am Bm A#m Am I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you D7 C7 If you don't take your hand out C7 G7 C7 G7 D7 I'm gonna call the police on you I got hip to your record The first thirty-five seconds I got in town, now I got hip, hip to your record The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town If you don't take your fingers off my wallet I believe the man, is gonna take you down, now Whoa, yeah Play the blues, n' blow I don't mean anybody no harm I just want what belong to me I don't mean no one, no harm, no-no I just want, just want what belong to me So, if ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu! I'll ask the judge to set you free Oh yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m Am Bm C7 D7 G7 |