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Po' Boy

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Po' Boy

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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 Gloom

Called down to room service, says 'send up a room'

My mother was the daughter of a wealthy farmer

My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him

When my mother died my uncle took me in to run 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

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

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