Love and Theft

Title: Po' Boy
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Love and Theft (Track #10)
Duration: 03:05
Label: Sony Music Entertainment

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