Bob Dylan - Po' Boy (2001) | Текст песни

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• Po' Boy (2001)

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 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.

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