Poor Boy Blues Songtext
von Wayne Hancock

Worn out suit, worn shoes
I got no money to pay my dues
Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues

There′s soda pop over that hill
But I got no car or a dollar bill
Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues


(Refrain)
Well I got no money and I got no home
Just my draft pick shoes and the world to roam
A ridin' the rails and seein′ the sites
Sleepin' all day and stayin' up nights

Well I got no ride, but that′s alright
I′ll jump a freight train later on tonight
Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues

[Interlude]

(Repeat refrain)

Well I got no money to pay my rent
Just a pocket full of change worth fifteen cents
Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues
Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues