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Poor Boy

Paul Butterfield

Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home
Well I'm a poor boy, long way
From home
No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone
Now, people ask me: What does a poor boy do?
Now, people ask
Me: What does a poor boy do?

Poor boy sews patches on his clothes
Stuffs newspaper in his shoes
I'm goin' back to Chicago, man
That's where I'm from
I'm goin' back to Chicago, man, that's where I'm
From
I got so many friends in chicChicagoago
Place just can't do me no
Harm