Take Your Hands Out Of My Pockets
Van Morrison · Other Songs - Van Morrison
I ain't got nothin' that belong to you
Take your hand outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' that belong to you
Don't take your hand out
I'm gonna call the police on you
I got hip to your record
The first thirty five seconds I got in town
I got hip, hip to your record
First thirty five seconds that I got in town
If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the man, gonna take you down, whoa, yeah
I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what belong to me
I don't mean no one, no harm, no, no
I just want, just want what belong to me
So, if ya take your hand outta my pocket, oh
I'll ask the judge to set you free
Oh, yeah
Take Your Hands Out Of My Pockets
Van Morrison's "Take Your Hands Out Of My Pockets" stands as a vibrant testament to his mastery of soulful rock and blues-infused pop. Recorded during a period where Morrison expanded his sonic palette beyond traditional R&B, the track showcases his signature vocal delivery, characterized by a warm, resonant tone that blends seamlessly with the song's driving rhythm. The composition reflects the artist's deep engagement with American blues traditions while maintaining his distinct Irish identity, creating a fusion that defined his work in the 1970s. As a standalone recording, the song captures the essence of Morrison's ability to evoke intimacy and energy, inviting listeners into a musical space where personal connection meets universal appeal. Its enduring quality lies in its melodic simplicity and the emotional depth Morrison brings to every phrase, making it a cherished piece in his extensive discography.