I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab in the back Itâs a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i donât watch my step Theyâre 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 emâ all their moneys worth But all i can remember Is a hang over and a dirty shirt And the miles donât mean a thing Traveled thousands of emâ For a brass ring And if i ever get out of this mess Goinâ back home Where iâm loved the best I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab int he back Itâs a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i donât watch my step Theyâre gonna have to sweep me up Just to carry me out And the highway Was just a bad dream Like sittinâ through a film iâve already seen And if i ever get out of this mess Goinâ back home where iâm loved the best I got a rocket in my pocket And a dream i love to stab in the back Itâs a fine line between broke And just a little crack If i donât watch my step Theyâre gonna have to sweep me up Just to carry me out