From the recording 45 South EP

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Credits
Ray O'Hara (lead vocal, harmonica, electric, acoustic, and bass guitar), Jimmy LaFave (harmony vocal), Larry Wilson (electric guitar), Mike Hardwick (Dobro guitar), Michael Ramos (accordion), Louis Meyers (banjo), Wally Doggett (drums).

Lyrics

I’ve been hanging around here

For a little bit longer than I thought I would

And it’s really quite clear

You take a break and make your way down there



There seems to be, a hole in my pocket

The coins keep slipping out, and there ain’t no way to stop it

It seems to me, we’re goin like like a rocket

I gave away my car, you pawned off your locket



You can feel it in the air

There’s a little bit of love and hope and sex and dreams

And it’s really quite clear

Like a rolling stone, you make your way down there



There seems to be, a hole in my pocket

The coins keep slipping out, and there ain’t no way to stop it

It seems to me, we’re going like a rocket

I gave away my car, you pawned off your locket