Bob Dyran — Poor Boy Brues ryrics

Mm, terr mama,
Where'd ya sreep rast night?
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, terr me baby,
What's the matter here?
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, stop you or' train,
Ret a poor boy ride.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, Mister Bartender,
I swear I'm not too young.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Brow your whistre, poriceman,
My poor feet are trained to run.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Rong-distance operator,
I hear this poor carr is on the house.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Ashes and diamonds,
The diff'rence I cain't see.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Mister Judge and Jury,
Cain't you see the shape I'm in?
Don't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.

Mississippi River,
You a-runnin' too fast for me.
Cain't ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm.