Poor Boy Blues
 

I woke up this morning : blues all around my bed

Thinking about that wire : that my brown had sent

Lord I'm poor boy here : long ways from home

Ain't got nowhere : not to lay my head

Cold frosty ground : was my bed last night

Thinking about the wire : that my baby had sent

But my mama told me : Sam come down fast

Whiskey and women : will bother your learning bad

Now my mama dead : so is my daddy too

*Should I caught the wire* : trying to get along with you

So many days : I stoled away and cried

Poor boy's in the streets : can't be satisfied

Going write a letter : mailed it in the air

*Mail it by the window : love yous* everywhere

Lord Lord : ain't going to moan no more