PUT ME IN YOUR POCKET
ELTON BRITT

Two lovers sat one evenin' beneath the pale moonlight.
Tomorrow he was goin' away life's battle for to fight.
He told her that he loved her, that he'd return someday
And take her for his lovin' wife and then he heard her say:

CHORUS: Put me in your pocket so I'll be close to you.
No more will I be lonesome and no more will I be blue;
And when we have to part, dear, there’ll be no sad adieu,
For I'll be in your pocket and I'll go along with you.

That evenin' soon had vanished. The boy, he went away,
And when at last he did return for a happy wedding day,
His sweetheart she had vanished. To heaven she had gone,
But she left to him a photograph on which she wrote this song: CHORUS