Poor Boy

Lyrics
"Oh, that's, uh, called 'Poor Boy'. That's a- that's a jailhouse song! Them mournful things." Down on my knees, playing old coon can Could hardly play my hand For thinking of the woman that I love That ran away with another man Ran away with another man, poor boy Ran away with another man For thinking of the woman that I love That ran away with another man I went down to the old depot To watch the train roll by Looked up and saw the woman that I love Then I hung my head and cried I hung my head and I cried, poor boy I hung my head and cried Looked up and saw the woman that I love Then I hung my head and cried Papa and Mama told me so And now this has come to pass Through drinkin' and gamblin' And runnin' with a lo-down glass And runnin' with a lo-down glass, poor boy Runnin' with a lo-down glass Through drinkin' and gamblin' And runnin' with a lo-down glass
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Credits
- Writers
- Harry McClintock