Poor Boy Blues
Gypsy on the black horse
Looking mighty cool
Five card stud boys
Breaking all the rules
Someone said you got to be kidding
This can't be real
You're part of the problem boy
You ain't part of the deal
I said Hey boss man
I just do what I do
I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
I've learned how to juggle
I've learn to play guitar
I've learned in the end
It don't matter who you are
I've seen your holy rollers
Come rolling through my town
Heard how their lies
Can cut a man down
Say what you want
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
Well I've been through your cities
Been down the roads you've paved
Been digging on your poverty
Working like your slave
I've been crushed by your greed
Hounded by your laws
Seen you take my sisters
Turn them into your whores
Now you have the nerve to tell me
That I ain't nothing new
That I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
Goodbye Gypsy Girl
Goodbye my friends
See you when I get there
Somewhere near the end
I know I should of done better
I know I should of tried
But I am who I am
I don't apologize
I guess we're lucky mister
I ain't nothing like you
Yeah I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
Writer/s: TOM OVANS
