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Carl Perkins
"Poor Boy Blues" lyrics

Poor Boy Blues

One more time
Just a little thing
They call they poor boy blues

Working in a cotton field
Way down south
Chopping and a picking
And following the plow
Trying to make a living
On the poor hard ground
I asked for a loan
But the boss turned me down

But I'll keep on a working
Cause I can't get down
I picked a load of cotton
And gotta take into town
I'll take my little money
And buy a new pair of shoes
I got a woman sitting home
Humming the poor boy blues

She goes
Poor old soul she goes
Just a little thing
They call the poor boy blues

I got in debt to the bank
And now I can't move on
I'll stay in the field
Till the last bo's gone
I got one old mule
That I recon is my own
They might keep me down
But I'll keep humming my song

I'll go
One more time I'll go
Just a little thing
They call the poor boy blues

Now, they say the great society
Is going to change a few things
A farmer like me
I wonder what it's gonna bring
I don't pay taxes
I say it with a smile
Cause I ain't never made enough
In my life to file

But I'll keep on a working
Till the Lord calls me home
That's when I'll know
If I've done wrong
I keep on a humming
Let everybody sue
The poor national anthem
Called the poor boy blues

I go
One more time
Just a little thing
They call the poor boy blues
One more time