Workin' in the cotton field
way down south
Shoppin' and a -pickin' and a
-followin' the clouds
Tryin' to make a livin'
on the poor hard ground
I asked for a loan but the
boss turned me down
Well, I keep on a -workin'
cause I can't get down
Pick a load of cotton, I got a ticket into town
I take my little money, buy a new pair of shoes
I got a woman sittin' home,
I'm in the poor boy blues
She goes, mm -mm -mm,
mm -mm -mm, mm -mm -mm
One more time, she goes,
mm -mm -mm, mm -mm -mm
Just a little thing called the poor
boy blues
I got in debt to the banker,
now I can't move on
Stay in the field till the last foal's gone
I got one old mule, I reckon's my own
They might keep me down,
but I'll keep hummin' my song
And go, mm -hmm, mm -hmm,
mm mm mm -hmm
One more time I go, hmmm, hmmm,
hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
Just a little thing called the poor
boy blues
Now they say the great society's
gonna change a few things
A farmer like me,
I wonder what it's gonna bring
I don't pay taxes,
and I say it with a smile
Cause I ain't never made
enough in my life to buy a lot
I keep on a -workin' till the
Lord calls me home
That's when I know if I've done wrong
I keep on a -hummin',
let everybody slew
The poor
National
Anthem called the
Poor
Boy
Blues
And go, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
One more time I go, mmm,
mmm, mmm, mmm
Just a little thing called
the poor boy blues.