Poor Boy lyrics

Artist  : Woody Guthrie 
Song : Poor Boy



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My mother called me to her bedside
These words
she said to me
If you don't quit your rambling
ways
They're gonna get you in the
penetentiary
Gonna get you in the penetentiary
poor boy
Gonna get you in the
penetentiary
If you don't quit your reckless
ways
They're gonna get you in the
penetentiary

So I sat myself down in a
gambling game
But I could not play my
hand
Just thinking about that woman I
love
Run away with another man
Run away
with another man poor boy
Run away with
another man
Just thinking about that woman I
love
Run away with another man

The
cards came around the table lord
And I had
such a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I
wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine
I
lost about ninety-nine poor boy
I lost about
ninety-nine
My stack of gold dollars I wasted
away
And I lost about ninety-nine

It
wasn't very long till I seen him again
He ran
away left her behind
And I laid him down with
my old forty-four
And the judge gave me
ninety-nine
The judge gave me ninety-nine poor
boy
The judge gave me ninety-nine 
I laid a
man down with my big forty-four
And the judge
gave me ninety-nine

Well the jury said I
had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it
down
And the judge called out my number
Two
sixes upside down
Two sixes upside down poor
boy
Two sixes upside down
The judge called
out my number
Two sixes upside down