Pocketful of sunshine

Pee-rac-ti-cal-I-ty de-us-n't int'rest me, Love the life that I lead. I've got a pocketful of miracles, And with a pocketful of miracles, One miracle a day is all I need! Tree-rou-bles, more or less, Bee-ah-ther me, I guess when the sun doesn't shine. But there's a pocketful of miracles, The world's a bright and shiny apple that's mine, all mine. I hear sleigh bells ringing, smack! I go around like there's a snow around, I feel so good, it's Christmas every day! Lee-ife's a carousel, fee-ar as I can tell And I'm riding for free. So if you're down and out of miracles, I've got a pocketful of miracles And there'll be miracles enough for you, and me. I hear sleigh bells ringing Smack in the middle of May, I go around like theres snow Around I feel so good its Christmas every day Lee-ifes a carousel, fee-ar as I can tell, and i'm ridin' for free. I've got a pocketful of miracles. But if I had to pick a miracle, my favorite miracle of all is you love Me.

Vanitiy's her only charity And she makes donations at the Tiffany's, Life is hard without a credit card to get by, get by She sold her dreams for security To a man that now she hardly ever sees With a cold martini in her hand, she don't mind, don't mind So throw all your luxuries aside You can't take them with you when you die Still when I look into your eyes They're full of dollar signs Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail, oh If you desire a plastic happiness, Then climb the social ladder to the top my friend, And don't forget to thank the piggy bank in the sky, so high So throw all your luxuries aside You can't take them with you when you die Still when I look into your eyes They're full of dollar signs, Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail You're too scared to try cause you might break a nail Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams

Country ain't what country was but it comes back around There's a five-piece band from Dixieland that's a coming to your town There's a lot of folks like me that gave up on the radio They been wearing out the CDs of the solid country gold I get the juke joint jumpin' I get to carrying on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut kind of night Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs All night long Them boys from Alabama got a bounty on their head They ain't ever gonna make it's what the record business said Six-string guitar Burn down the barn 'til the cops kick in the door 'Cause a dying breed ain't a dying thing until it ain't no more 'Til it ain't no more Give ya Brooks & Dunn and Diffie and the King George for a try It's a Alan Jackson, Clint Black, and a Kershaw kinda night Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs Sittin' by a big oak Hmmmmm Well you can't teach an old dog new tricks And you're gonna pick up what you're putting down If it was up to me I'd go to 16th Ave Burn the whole thing to the ground I'm the son of the South put some South in your mouth On the mouth of a generation With a rebel yell keep giving 'em hell, country music is salvation I get the juke joint jumpin' I get it going crazy I'd be remiss if I didn't mention some of them country ladies Give ya Dixie Chicks and Deana and Shania Twain a try Or some Reba McEntire or some Martina McBride Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs All night long All night long Yeah, all night long All night long

I'm no millionaire But I'm not the type to care 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams It's my universe Even with an empty purse 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams I wouldn't take the wealth on Wall Street For a road where nature trods And I calculate I'm worth my weight In goldenrods Lucky, lucky me I can live in luxury 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams Boris Morris sings the next chorus, octave high With read 'em, with lots of read 'em I'm no millionaire But I'm not the type to care 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams It's my universe Even with an empty purse 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams No, I wouldn't take the wealth on Wall Street For a road where nature trods And I calculate I'm worth my weight In goldenrods Lucky, lucky me I can live in luxury 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams, yeah