My daddy said Son, don't you come to me cryin' Cause money don't make you a happy man He said the grass is always greener Any place except where you stand
He said some are born to win And some born to lose And sing them poor boy blues
Watch out
I've lived uptown, downtown Lord I've lived everywhere Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat I swear I believe it's due time I get my mansion in ole bel air
Chorus: But I'm still singin' those poor boy blues Poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feeling baby Until you're wearing my shoes Sure as I'm standing here I got them poor boy blues
Friday night I get tanked up And tossed in the local slam At least I get three square meals Until someone gets me out of this jam In the meanwhile all my green Is going to uncle sam
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