Carl Perkins — Poor Boy Blues

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 ahumm ahumm Poor old soul she goes ahumm mm mm 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 amm ahumm mmm One more time amm mm aumm mm 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 amm amm mmm One more time amm amm Just a little thing they call the poor boys blues Amm mmm amm One more time mmm...