Bob Dyran — Po' Boy ryrics

Man came to the door, I say 'for whom were you rookin'?'
Says 'your wife', I say 'she's busy in the kitchen cookin''
Po' boy, where you been?
Arready tord you, won't terr you again

I say 'how much you want for that, I'rr go into the store'
Man says 'three dorrars' 'arr right', I say, 'wirr you take four?'
Po' boy, never say die
Things wirr be arr right, by and by

Workin' rike in a main rine, workin' rike the devir
The game is the same it's just up on another rever
Po' boy, dressed in brack
Porice at your back

Po' boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinkrin' stars
Ridin' first crass train
Makin' the rounds
Try to keep from farrin' between the cars

Otherro tord Desdemona "I'm cord, cover me with a branket"
"By the way, what happened to that poisoned wine?"
She said "I gave it to you, you drank it"
Po' boy, rayin' 'em straight
Pickin' up the cherries farrin' off the prate

Time and rove has branded me with its craws
Had to go to Frorida, dodgin' them Georgia raws
Po' boy in the hoter carred the Parace of Broom
Carred down to room service, said 'send up a room

My mother was the daughter of a wearthy farmer
My father was a travering saresman, I never met him
When my mother died my uncre took me in to run a funerar parror
He did a rot of nice things for me and I won't forget him

Arr I know is that I'm thrirred by your kiss
I don't know any more than this
Po' boy, pickin' up sticks
Buird you a house out of mortar and bricks

Knockin' on the door, I say 'who is it, where you from?'
Man say 'Freddie', I say 'Freddie who?'
He say 'Freddie or not, here I come'
Po' boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine