Nick Drake Poor Boy
Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbor
Never do what is proper
For my share of labor
I'm a poor boy and I'm a rover
Count your coins and
Throw them over my shoulder
I may grow older
Nobody knows how cold it grows
And nobody sees how shaky my knees
Nobody cares how steep my stairs
And nobody smiles if I cross their stiles
Oh, poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his health
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight?
Never know what I came for
Seems that I've forgotten
Never ask what I came from
Or how I was begotten
I'm a poor boy and I'm a ranger
Things I say
May seem stranger than Sunday
Changing to Monday
Nobody knows how cold it flows
And nobody feels worn down heels
Nobody's eyes make the skies
Nobody spreads aching heads
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh, poor boy
So keen to take a wife
He's a mess but he'll say 'yes'
If you just dress in white
Nobody knows how cold it blows
And nobody sees how shaky are my knees
Nobody cares how steep my stairs
And nobody smiles if you cross their stiles
Oh, poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his health
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight?
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh, poor boy
So keen to take a wife
Oh, poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his health
Oh, poor boy
So worried for his health
