Pockets Full of Gold is the last track from my new album Valley Songs that was released last week, 14 songs, just voice and guitar, about the valleys of life. The song is the final journey of the record. From a stumble through the city with a shattered mind, to a praying lady in a bar at the outskirts of town. Deep into the deepest woods with its demon and the return to the roadhouse where everything comes together, for a pocket full of gold. Lyrics: As I walked through the city with my mind in shatters Looking for a clue to a path that matters The man on the road with a sign in his hand Gave me smile - "you gotta understand" All the tales that you've been told tonight Are just clusters in the wind And with glee emotion Paired with true devotion I could hear the roadman say: You sold your freedom for a pocket full of gold You tried to get away but you're only getting old And you wish that you'd find a place to stay Where it all melts away, every night and every day. So I journeyed out of town through the biting storm To find some shelter for my heart to warm The lady at the bar took me by the hand She gave me as smile - "you need to understand" Won't you let me make you whole tonight Can I take your pain away. And without confusion Voiced into intrusion I could hear the lady pray: You sold your loving for a pocket full of gold You tried to get away but you're only getting old And you wish that you could find a place to stay Where it all melts away, every night and every day. So i kept on running through the deepest woods Where the fear felt real and I understood The demon in the dark that was laughing at me Shouted "Hang on brother, it is time to see: You've come far but you must turn around There is nothing here for you And with laughing eyes Sorrow's true disguise Sounded through with every play: You sold your soul for a pocket full of gold. You tried to get away but your only getting old. And you wish that you had a place to stay Where it all melts away Every night and every day. So i swam back through the swamps and the desert dunes Looking for a roadhouse to sing my tunes. As the morning broke, one afternoon, I happened upon an abandoned saloon All the spirits that my travels met. Congregated at the bar And the chorus sang And the barbells rang Coming closer in a haze You sold your self for a pocket full of gold. You tried to get away but your only getting old. And you wish that you'd found a place to stay Where it all melts away Every night and every day. You sold your self for a pocket full of gold. You tried to get away but your only getting old. And you wish that you'd found a place to stay Where it all melts away Every night and every day. more