Pocket Money Lyrics - Carole King

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money. 

There’s a wall around my body, 

A fence around my kind. 

Nothing comes to me easily, 

Not leastwise peace of mind. 

Still, I keep movin’, 

Tryin’ to break on through. 

I don’t know nothin’ else to do. 

Peelin’ paint above my head 

Is just another sign. 

Black clouds in the distance, 

Gettin’ closer all the time. 

I gotta keep movin’, 

Tryin’ to break on through. 

I don’t know nothin’ else to do. 

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Sometimes when I think that things 

Are bad as they can be, 

I see a fella standing 

Lower down on the ladder than me. 

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Now, I’m alive and kickin’ 

Dust behind my heel. 

Long as I got my soul 

I’m on the good end of the deal 

And I’m gonna keep movin’, 

Tryin’ to break on through. 

I don’t know nothin’ else to do. 

I gotta keep movin’. 

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money. 

So, I’m gonna keep movin’. 

No pocket money. 

Copyright 1972 

by Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music