Poor Boy Blues

Poor Boy Blues - Bob Luman

One more time I go

Just a little thing they call they poor man blues

Working in a cotton field way down south

Chopping and a pickin' Lord and followin' the plow

Trying to make a livin' on the poor hard ground

I asked for a loan but the boss turned me down

But I'll keep on a workin' 'cause a can't get down

Pick load of cotton' gotta take into town

I'll take my little money and buy a new par' shoes

I got a woman sitting home humming the poor boy blues

She goes ahum ahum

One more time she goes ahum mmmm mmmm

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'll stay in the field till the last bo's gone

I got one old mule that I recon' is my own

They might keep me down but I'll keep humming my song

I'll go mm ahum mmmmm

One more time mm mmmm

Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues

Ah they say the great society goin' a change a few things

A farmer like me I wonder what it's goin'a bring

I don't pay taxes I say it with a smile

'Cause I ain't never made enough in my life to file

But I'll keep on a workin' till the Lord calls me home

That's when I'll know if I've done wrong

I keep on a humming let everybody sue

The poor national anthem called the poor boys blues

I go mm mm mmmm

One more time mm mm

Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues

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