Man comes 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

Been workin´ 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