I've got a dollar in my pocket There ain't a cloud up above
I've got a picture in a locket That says, baby, I love you
Well, if you didn't love them boys Then fellas, don't go looking now
Well, here she comes a-walkin' All that heaven won't allow
Say, hey there, Mr. Bouncer Now, all I wanna do is dance
But I swear I left my wallet Back home in my workin' pants
Come on, Slim, slip me in, man I'll make it up to you somehow
I can't be late, I got a date With all that heaven will allow
Rain and storm and dark skies Well, now, they don't mean a thing
If you got a girl that loves you And wants to wear your ring
So come on, Mr. Trouble We'll make it through you somehow
Well, fill this house with all the love All that heaven will allow
Rain and storm and dark skies Well, now, they don't mean a thing
If you got a girl that loves you And wants to wear your ring
So come on, Mr. Trouble We'll make it through you somehow
Well, fill this house with all the love All that heaven will allow
Now, some men wanna die young, man Young and gloriously
Get it straight now, mister Ain't nobody that ain't me
I got something on my mind, yeah That sets me straight and walkin' proud
And I want all the time All that heaven will allow
And I want all the time All that heaven will allow