Poor Boy Blues Songtext
von The Nude Party

I′m a land-sick traveller I tend to get around
Spent twenty years in prison breaking rocks upon the ground
Suddenly a free man making up a wasted time
I was headed back to New Orleans in a greyhound bus flyin'
Poor boy didn′t have a dime
That's when I walked into a restaurant just lookin' for a job
The chef said "we could use somebody to clean up all these slobs"
Its seven bucks an hour, minus tax and no paid break
I said "you must be kidding man, that′s less than a slave make!"
Call that minimum wage?
Oh your poor boy blues
You can′t get no relief
So keep the shoes on your feet
To keep your feet off the street
That's when I skipped on down the road
To meet this little girl I know′d
Working overtime downtown at the Horn & Toad
I asked her if she wouldn't mind sharing me her bed
She said you must be crazy kid, you haven′t paid me nothin' yet
That′s true, I guess


That's when I saw three little birds they were sittin' in a tree
Out by the front porch of the big fraternity
I asked them "hey there brothers, you think you could spare a beer?"
They spit in my face and said "man who do you even know here?!"
I didn′t know Chad or Brad or Thad or nobody there
Oh your poor boy blues
You can′t get no relief
So keep the shoes on your feet
To keep your feet off the street
Oh your poor boy blues
You can't get no relief
So keep the shoes on your feet
To keep your feet off the street
Oh your poor boy blues
You can′t get no relief
So keep the shoes on your feet
To keep your feet off the street
Oh your poor boy blues
You can't get no relief
So don′t step on the cracks
You wanna keep the police off your back?
Better keep walking then!
Yeah the poor boy walkin' blues!
Down in your avenue
Don′t turn around they could be right there behind you
Flashing their red and blue
Sayin' "hey boy where you goin?"
"Hey boy where you goin this time of night
Where ya goin?"