Povero ragazzo, sapessi dov'e adesso la tua donna povero ragazzo, si, la tua bambina, quella che tu credevi una bambina povero ragazzo, povero ragazzo
you sat at home the windows tinted black it hits you hard and you cried so long life turned & wandered never to come back again take what she gives you
This is a story 'bout a poor girl A story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat On a street where the lights are low Every night
You've got lots to say don't take this too seriously (There's plenty of believers) We hang on every word almost deliriously (Yes we're the
Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2:21 Trk 21 Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White) Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots
You sat at home The windows tinted black It hits you hard And you cried so long Life turned and wandered Never to come back, again Take what she gives
I said hey I'm a poor poor boy Well I got no car and my horse went lame I got no friends that I can name But step up close and hear me hon I'm just a
Oh maybe, I'm a poor girl That doesn't bother me at all Maybe, I'm a poor girl But it doesn't bother me at all When this world comes crashing down I
Had my congregation, had my flock When I was a shepherd of men Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold Chased the rainbows end How can a poor boy
He's a poor boy in his pocket He's a poor boy in his shoes He's done his time, he's stood in line That boy has paid his dues He ain't looking for a handout
I've stood at weddings and watched the best man smile When I knew that he loved the bride Never once did I dream that some poor girl was watchin' and
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad The river too weary to flood The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood I was
Allora povero me e anche il mio cavallo sara che sono vuoto che la mia vita e in stallo ah povero me che parlo al mio cavallo che mi racconta di quando
poor girls come and poor girls go poor girls' hearts are always broke and deep down every poor girl knows that broken things are worthless someone tell
Called him poor boy You took him for fun He dressed for the tinkering trade He dressed for the tinkering trade Now the poor boy is taken away No use
