Letra de Poor Boy a Long Ways From Home

I'm a poor boy: I'm a long way from home I'm a poor boy: Ain't got nowhere to go Ain't got nowhere: To lay my worried head Sometime: I'd sooner to be dead Please tell me: What you going to do I left my brown: Standing in the door What you reckon she said: You're not obliged to go I'm a poor boy: Stood on the road and cried I didn't have no blues: Just couldn't be satisfied Now give me: Long‑distance phone I want to hear: From my sweet mama back home I said to her: Ring six four nine I want to hear: From that bobcat gal of mine