Poor Boy

(álbum: Young, Guitar Days - 2001)

He's always alone, wrapped up in his plight
With his hands in his pockets he's walking in the night
With his dark eyes looking, he's a poor boy
His dark eyes looking, he's a poor boy

He can't seem to keep any buttons on his clothes
And the shoes on his feet are pinching on his toes
And his hair wants a cutting, he's a poor boy
His hair wants a cutting, he's a poor boy

Hey (now, now) poor boy
What's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Can you hear me when I shout?

Well, he's working ev'ry day, slaving for his pay
And all the pretty women they love to swish and sway
And they always overlook him, he's a poor boy
They always overlook him, he's a poor boy

Well, May turns into June, walking through the park
And way off in his world he's a-dreaming in the dark
With his mind on fire, he's a poor boy
His mind on fire, he's a poor boy

Hey (now, now) poor boy
What's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Can you hear me when I shout?

Well, the streets are alive, ev'ry body laughs
People come and go and they're snapping photographs
And he's over by the river, he's a poor boy
He's over by the river, he's a poor boy

Well, spring has come and gone now
And how much time you got?
Time's a-flying by, yes, an' summer's getting hot an' he's
Lis'ning to the thunder, he's a poor boy
He's lis'ning to the thunder, he's a poor boy

Hey (now, now) poor boy
What's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Can you hear me when I shout?