Time Loves a Hero
Album - 1977 - Debaser id 57475

Rocket in My Pocket
-- L. George

My baby called me up
She said, "Why don't you ever take me out?
Pick me up in your brand new car
You shake the short change from your old fruit jar"

I put on my dancin' shoes
We headed straight for the rhythm and blues
The music was hot, but my baby was not

I've got a rocket in my pocket, I said rocket
Ya fingers in the socket
Fingers in the socket, fingers in the socket

No way for you to stop it
That rocket c'mon, you get off it oh
Rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket

Don't understand that girl, I can't explain
She got one foot on the platform, the other on the train
I got a rocket in my pocket, yeah I said rocket
Finger in the socket

music by Bill Payne
-- lyrics by Bill Payne and Fran Tate

Red streamliner rollin'
rollin' down the track the things you see
With your wheels in motion through desert, mountain, ocean
I hear you every night, is it a dream?

Red streamliner rollin' down, comin' down on me
Red streamliner rollin', rollin' long so free
Your past keeps comin' back on me
To far and near, away from here

Where people move a mile a minute
This hurricane livin' with you and me in it
Long into the night, that whistle offers light

Red streamliner rollin'
I wish you'd tell me 'bout the things you see
I'm lookin', lookin' down the tracks you ride
Knowin' that they're your only guide
I see them every night, is it a dream?
And when the sidewalks roll up at night
Just as stations pass by

Once the leader of the wild, wild west
Hurricane livin' been a lifelong song
Now you're cast of steel and cast aside
Broken dreams maybe, but you haven't died