Texty: Yonder Mountain String Band. Old Hands. Deep Pockets.

I wish my baby had deep pockets
So we could run around
Spendin' all her money
Paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets
I'd love life everyday
She don't got deep pockets, boys
What's there left to say

I wish my baby had deep pockets
The deepest ones around
Her momma was made o' money
And her daddy owned the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets
I'd love life everyday
She don't got deep pockets, boys
What's there left to say

I wish my baby drove a caddy
The biggest one around
Burnin' all four tires
Around every turn in town
I wish my baby drove a caddy
I'd love life everyday
She don't drive no caddy, boys
It's some beat up Chevrolet

I wish my baby cooked me pork chops
The fattest ones around
I'd kiss her in the kitchen
With the cabbage boilin' down
I wish my baby cooked me pork chops
I'd love life everyday
Buy the gravy's way too lumpy, boys
What's there left to say