Poor Boy Blues - Lyrics - Carl Perkins

One more time Just a little thing they call they poor man blues I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin' the plow Tryin to make a livin' on the poor hard ground I asked for a loan but the boss turned me down But I'll keep on a workin' cause a can't get down Another load of Cotton' gotta take into town I'll take my little money and buy a new par' shoes I got a woman sittin home humming the poor boy blues She goes ahummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahummmmmmmmm Poor old soul she goes ahummmmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmm Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues I got in debt to the bank and now I can't move on I'll stay in the field til the last bo's gone I got one old mule, that I recon' is my own They might keep me down but I'll keep humming my song I'll go ammmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahummmm mmmmm One more time ammmmmmm mmmmmmmm aummm mmmmmm Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues Ah they say the great society goin' a change a few things A farmer like me I wonder what it's goin'a bring I don't pay taxes I say it with a smile Cause I ain't never made enough in my life to file But I'll keep on a workin' til the lord calls me home Thats when I'll know if I?ve done wrong I keep on a humming let everybody sue The Poor national anthem called the Poor blues I go ammmmmmmm ammmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm One more time ammmmmmmmmm ammmmmmm Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues Ammmmmmmmm mmmmmm ammmmmmm One more time mmmmmmm