Poor Boy Blues Lyrics

Bo Weavil Jackson 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