I'm just a poor old boy,
Have no woman at home.
It's the roaming life,
That leaves me alone.
I'm just a poor old boy
Got nothing to really do
Can't even talk to the ladies,
Can't even tie my shoes.
Oh Lord!
What can a poor old boy do?
When he's living the blues......
I'm just a poor old boy,
A little kid without a toy.
Got no money for the ladies I meet,
I could spend a million dollars,
They still would call me cheap.
Oh Lord!
What can a poor old boy do?
When he's living the blues...
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