Bo Weavil Jackson Poor Boy Blues Lyrics

I woke up this morning blues all around my bed

Thinking about that wire that my brown had sent

Lord I'm poor boy here long ways from home

Ain't got nowhere not to lay my head

Cold frosty ground was my bed last night

Thinking about the wire that my baby had sent

But my mama told me Sam come down fast

Whiskey and women will bother your learning bad Now my mama dead so is my daddy too

Should I caught the wire trying to get along with you

So many days I stoled away and cried

Poor boy's in the streets can't be satisfied

Going write a letter mailed it in the air

Mail it by the window love yous everywhere

Lord Lord ain't going to moan no more