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    Po' Boy

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    Po' Boy
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      About "Po' Boy"

      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Po' Boy"

      Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
      He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
      Poor boy where you been?
      I already tol' you won't tell you again

      I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
      The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
      Poor boy - never say die
      Things will be all right by and by

      Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
      The game is the same it's just up on a different level
      Poor boy, dressed in black
      Police at your back

      Poor boy in a red hot town
      Out beyond the twinklin' stars
      Ridin' first class trains making the rounds
      Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars

      Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
      By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
      She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it"
      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, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
      Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"

      My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
      My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
      When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral parlor
      He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him

      All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
      I don't know any more than this
      Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
      Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks

      Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
      Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."
      Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
      Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine

      SONGWRITERS:
      BOB DYLAN
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