Bob Dylan's
Bob Dylan and Suze

Po' Boy

Man comes to the door - I say, "For whom are you looking?"

He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'."

Poor boy - where you been?

I already tol' you - won't tell you again


I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the store

The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"

Poor boy - never say die.

Things will be all right by and by


Been workin' on the mainline - workin' like the devil

The game is the same - it's just up on a different level

Poor boy - dressed in black

Police at your back


Poor boy in a red hot town

Out beyond the twinklin' stars

Ridin' first class trains - making the rounds

Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars


Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket.

By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"

She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it."

Poor boy, layin' 'em straight - pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate


Time and love has branded me with its claws

Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws

Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom

Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"


My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer

My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him

When my mother died, my uncle took me in - he ran a funeral parlor

He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him


All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss

I don't know any more than this

Poor boy, pickin' up sticks

Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks


Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"

Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."

Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine

Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine


Copyright 2001 Special Rider Music

First release: Love and Theft, 2001