Poor Boy Blues

Lyrics
[Intro] My daddy said, "Son, don't you come to me cryin'," ah "'Cause money don't make you happy, man," ah, no, no He said, "The grass is always greener, baby Every place 'cept where you stand," ah, ah Well, some are born to win, some born to lose And sing them poor boy blues Watch out [Verse 1] I've lived uptown, downtown, Lord, I've lived everywhere Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat, I swear I believe it's due time, get my mansion in ol' Bel Air [Chorus] Got them poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing here, we got them poor boy blues, yeah [Verse 2] Friday night I get tanked up and tossed into the local slam I get three square meals 'til someone gets me out of this jam In the meanwhile, all my green is goin' to Uncle Sam [Chorus] Got them poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing here, we got them poor boy blues, yeah Ha-ha-ha, let's walk this dog [Bridge] Ah, don't hurt yourself now, C.C [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Got them poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing here, we got them poor boy blues, yeah [Outro] Oh, yeah, poor boy blues (poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (poor boy blues) Sure, as I'm standing, I got them I got them poor boy blues
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Credits
- Writers
- Bret Michaels
- C.C. DeVille
- Bobby Dall
- Rikki Rockett