Po' Boy

Bob Dylan © 2001 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

"Love And Theft" sessions, Clinton Recording Studios NYC - 16.may.2001, take 1, album version  

Man came to the door, I say "For whom were you lookin'?"
Says "Your wife", I say "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'."
Po' boy, where you been?
Already told you, won't tell you again.

I say "How much you want for that?" I'll go into the store
Man says "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
Po' boy, never say die
Things will be all right, by and by.

Workin' like in a main line, workin' like the devil
The game is the same, it's just upon another level.
Po' boy, dressed in black
Police at your back.

Po' boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first class train, makin' the rounds
Try 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 poisoned wine?"
She said "I gave it to you, you drank it."
Po' 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
Po' boy in the hotel called the Palace of Bloom
Called down to room service, says "Send up the room".

My mother was the daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a travelin' 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 'em.

All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't know any more than this.
Po' boy, pickin' up sticks
Build you a house out of mortar and bricks.

Knockin' on the door, I say "Who is it, where you from?"
Man say "Freddie.", I say "Freddie who?", he say "Freddie or not, here I come."
Po' boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine.