He says, ôYour wife," I say, ôShe's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boyùwhere you been?
I already tol' youùwon't tell you again
I say, ôHow much you want for that?" I go into the store
The man says, ôThree dollars." ôAll right," I say, ôWill you take four?"
Poor boyùnever say die
Things will be all right by and by
Been workin' on the mainlineùworkin' like the devil
The game is the sameùit's just on a different level
Poor boyùdressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first-class trainsùmaking the rounds
Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
Othello told Desdemona, ôI'm cold, cover me with a blanket
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
She says, ôI gave it to you, you drank it"
Poor boy, layin' 'em straightùpickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says send up a room
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me inùhe ran a funeral parlor
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't know any more than this
Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Knockin' on the door, I say, ôWho is it and where are you from?"
Man says, ôFreddy!" I say, ôFreddy who?" He says, ôFreddy or not here I come"
Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine
Autor(es): Bob Dylan