I got a woman sittin home humming the poor boy blues I keep on a humming let everybody sue One more time Just a little thing they call they poor man blues I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin' the plow Tryin to make a livin' on the poor hard ground I asked for a loan but the boss turned me down Lyrics to 'Poor Boy Blues' by Carl Perkins. Mattress on the floor, boy Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?" Make me beg for more, boy Mattress on the floor, boy Leave me at the door, boy I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy Thats when I'll know if I've done wrong Stealing from the store, boy I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy I don't want to change Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues, I got in debt to the bank and now I can't move on I asked for a loan but the boss turned me down Sloan – Take Good Care Of The Poor Boy Lyrics from album: Between The Bridges (1999) You've got lots to say don't take this too seriously (There's plenty of believers) Of a poor boy I'd crack a smile when them rich boys would look our way I knew that they were thinkin', man, there ain't no way He can't keep her happy, no, that girl won't ever stay With that poor boy But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't You didn't care that I came from nothin' All I could give you was my love and The key to the heart Of a poor boy You're the good guy, you're the problem, My mom says that you're perfect Of a poor boy I'd crack a smile when them rich boys would look our way I knew that they were thinkin', man there ain't no way He can't keep her happy, no that girl won't ever stay Kevin Fowler Lyrics "Panhandle Poorboy" I was born in the dust bowl, A land of twister and tumbleweeds You can drive for forty miles and never see a single tree Eighty days with no rain in sight You can smell the feed lot if the wind s just right If you wanna know who I am Blue eyes, black hair, all slicked back I go ammmmmmmm ammmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm I got a woman sittin home humming the poor boy blues She goes ahummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahummmmmmmmm Poor old soul she goes ahummmmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmm Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues. How can a poor boy When you don’t believe a thing that’s true? How can a poor boy when you don't believe a thing that's true, for you When you don't believe a thing, nothing that's true for you How can a poor boy ever get next to you? Off of their album "3 Rounds and a Sound" ~~ I dont own anything ~~ Now I feel bad 'cause, I think I want a poor boy I got one old mule, that I recon' is my own I think I want a poor boy Let's never talk again. But I'll keep on a workin' til the lord calls me home One more time ammmmmmm mmmmmmmm aummm mmmmmm, Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues, Ah they say the great society goin' a change a few things One more time mmmmmmm. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Then never Leave me at the door, boy 'Cause you're boring, I think I want a poor boy She goes ahummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahummmmmmmmm Mattress on the floor, boy The Poor national anthem called the Poor blues You said, "I'm the best you ever had" Poor boy, I was a crush that killed If I carry you in my heart Will you ease the pain or make it harder I know you like to let me know you're there If the black clouds come, will you disappear Is there space in my life for you Will I see you tomorrow Or will I ride on Poor boy, I could never live up to your imagination Poor boy, I was a crush that killed Take good care of the poor boy Oh, well, he's new in town and he won't settle down Take good care of the poor boy Oh, well, he's new in town and he won't settle down Poor Boy Blues Lyrics. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. that aren't right are likely mistakes on my part. I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy I'll crash and burn on purpose Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?" Make me beg for more, boy Sometimes I wish you were a mess The first more literal about the poor boy's wife dying in labor. New York boy in the grass I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Then never talk again, I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy, WHERE IS MY MAN (JOE T VANELLI ATTACK MIX). Unfortunately we don't have the lyrics for the song "Poor Boy" yet. With that poor boy But you didn’t worry ‘bout what I wasn’t You didn’t care that I came from nothin’ All I could give you was my love and The key to the heart Of a poor boy Stealing from the store, boy Ammmmmmmmm mmmmmm ammmmmmm A farmer like me I wonder what it's goin'a bring I'll make you hurt if you want too Then never talk again, I like going way too fast Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! I was just a poor boy I felt a little outta place on your front porch The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door Everything he didn't say told me he wasn't sure Another load of Cotton' gotta take into town Let's forget it, poor boy and let's ride alright Bad luck can be good luck in disguise Someday new love may come to call Poor boy, we'll be rich men after all, poor boy We'll be rich men after all No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. 'Cause I ain't never made enough in my life to file I got in debt to the bank and now I can't move on I'll stay in the field til the last bo's gone I got one old mule, that I recon' is my own I'll go ammmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahummmm mmmmm I'll make it work if I want it I'll stay in the field til the last bo's gone Poor boy sews patches on his clothes, Stuffs newspaper in his shoes. How can a poor boy Get this message to you? I think I want a poor boy Mattress on the floor, boy Stealing from the store, boy I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy Make me beg for more, boy Leave me at the door, boy Then never talk again. Tryin to make a livin' on the poor hard ground Of a poor boy Baby we just kept on rockin' on In a beat up truck, a Keith Whitley song Girl your heart of gold Proved 'em all wrong 'Cause you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't You didn't care that I came from nothin' All I could give you was my love and The key to the heart Of a poor boy I was just a poor boy You loved a poor boy, yeah. You always look so cool I'll take my little money and buy a new par' shoes Poor Boy lyrics - Tyler Farr I used to drive my truck 'cross the train tracks A hard day's work piled up in the back Muddy boots and a grease stained Atlanta Braves cap, yeah I was just a poor boy I felt a little outta place on your front porch The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door Great song, one of my favourites by Supertramp, enjoy. You've got lots to say, don't take this too seriously (There's plenty of believers) We hang on every word, almost deliriously (Yes, we're the believers) We at LetsSingIt do our best to provide all songs with lyrics. How can a poor boy When you don’t believe anything is true? Stealing from the store, boy One more time ammmmmmmmmm ammmmmmm I like going way too fast Sometimes I wish you were a mess You said, "I'm the best you ever had" Now I feel bad 'cause But I'll keep on a workin' 'cause a can't get down General CommentI see it as two possible meanings. Just a little thing they call they poor man blues Gonna get you in the penitentiary poor boy Gonna get you in the penitentiary If you don't quit your reckless ways They're gonna get you in the penitentiary So I sat myself down in a gambling game But I could not play my hand Just thinking about that woman I love Run away with another man Run away with another man poor boy Run away with another man I'm never gonna change my point of view, All other lines are almost definitely accurate, any. Leave me at the door, boy Or perhaps you can help us out. Poor boy, layin’ ’em straight Pickin’ up the cherries fallin’ off the plate Time and love has branded me with its claws Had to go to Florida, dodgin’ them Georgia laws Poor boy, sitting in the gloom Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room." We have a large team of moderators working on this day and night. Poor old soul she goes ahummmmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmm "hold tight, the bondage of this life is slipping why shouldn't it be me" is another reference towards his dying wife. Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin' the plow Poor boy Your wife is in hard labor Go buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave You went with the goal of movement, Now one thing is different: You don't want to change. I’ve been anointed, been appointed Even been magnified Spied the chapel, all of gold The priest was laying down with the swine How can a poor boy Get a little message to you? -Poor Boy-If that's the way it's gonna be-Poor Boy-It's you for you and me for me-Poor Boy-(Rd+Rh) I've tried all I can, understanding, all the fools and all threir money, When half of what they've got, you know they never will use, Enough to get by, suits me fine, I don't care if they think I'm funny. Poor Boy Lyrics: My love is alien, I picked her up by chance / She speaks to me in ultra-high frequency / The radio band of gold / Gonna listen til I grow old / Oo hoo hoo what more can a poor boy Poor Boy Paul Butterfield Blues Band Top Paul Butterfield Blues Band Lyrics Mystery Train Love Disease Last Night In My Own Dream I Got A Mind To Give Up Living Get Yourself Together Get Out Of My Life Woman Drunk Again Drivin' Wheel Driftin' And Driftin' Poor Boy is a popular song by CARR | Create your own TikTok videos with the Poor Boy song and explore 0 videos made by new and popular creators. I don't pay taxes I say it with a smile You're the nice guy, I'm the problem "The rhythm you know is pulsing and drifting to the grave"-the wife is the rhythm he knows and she is slowly drifting towards death. We have added the song to our site without lyrics so that you can listen to it and tell others what you think of it. I'm worth it, I deserve it They might keep me down but I'll keep humming my song Poor Boy Lyrics: Never sing for my supper / I never help my neighbour / Never do what is proper / For my fair share of labour / I'm a poor boy / And I'm a rover / Count your coins and / Throw them Make me beg for more, boy One more time Lyrics to 'Take Good Care of the Poor Boy' by Sloan. But you already know that conflicting lines on the internet and I don't have the CD lyrics to hand, so I left it blank. Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues One more time Just a little thing they call they poor man blues I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin' the plow Tryin to make a livin' on the poor hard ground