Poor Boy a Long Ways From Home

I'm a poor boy: I'm a long way from home
I'm a poor boy: Ain't got nowhere to go

Ain't got nowhere: To lay my worried head
Sometime: I'd sooner to be dead

Please tell me: What you going to do

I left my brown: Standing in the door
What you reckon she said: You're not obliged to go

I'm a poor boy: Stood on the road and cried
I didn't have no blues: Just couldn't be satisfied

Now give me: Long‑distance phone
I want to hear: From my sweet mama back home

I said to her: Ring six four nine
I want to hear: From that bobcat gal of mine