Poor Boy-Leo Kottke

[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Fahey/Bukka White [00:13.12]Never sing for my supper [00:18.91]I never help my neighbour [00:24.80]Never do what is proper [00:30.09]For my share of labour. [00:35.55]I'm a poor boy [00:38.24]And I'm a rover [00:41.34]Count your coins and [00:43.93]Throw them over my shoulder [00:48.29]I may grow older [00:52.55]Nobody knows [00:56.57]How cold it grows [00:58.61]And nobody sees [01:00.98]How shaky my knees [01:03.83]Nobody cares [01:06.28]How steep my stairs [01:09.50]And nobody smiles [01:11.90]If I cross their stiles. [01:18.19]Oh poor boy [01:21.65]So sorry for himself [01:28.59]Oh poor boy [01:32.90]So worried for his health. [01:37.24]You may say every day [01:40.92]Where will he stay tonight. [01:56.46]Never know what I came for [02:02.04]Seems that I've forgotten [02:07.82]Never ask what I came for [02:13.33]Or how I was begotten. [02:18.66]I'm a poor boy [02:21.49]And I'm a ranger [02:24.44]Things I say [02:26.97]May seem stranger than Sunday [02:31.26]Changing to Monday. [02:35.60]Nobody knows [02:38.60]How cold it flows [02:41.46]And nobody feels [02:44.68]The worn down heels [02:47.15]Nobody's eyes [02:50.38]Make the skies [02:53.42]Nobody spreads [02:56.03]Their aching heads. [03:01.44]Oh poor boy [03:05.05]So worried for his life [03:11.93]Oh poor boy [03:16.21]So keen to take a wife. [03:21.27]He's a mess but he'll say yes [03:23.95]If you just dress in white. [04:07.76]Nobody knows [04:10.04]How cold it blows [04:13.16]And nobody sees [04:15.71]How shaky my knees [04:18.93]Nobody cares [04:21.52]How steep my stairs [04:24.74]And nobody smiles [04:27.27]If you cross their stiles. [04:33.07]Oh poor boy [04:36.66]So sorry for himself [04:43.95]Oh poor boy [04:48.18]So worried for his health. [04:52.73]You may say every day [04:56.24]Where will he stay tonight. [05:12.75]Oh poor boy [05:16.81]So worried for his life [05:24.22]Oh poor boy [05:28.84]So keen to take a wife. [05:36.06]Oh poor boy [05:40.64]So sorry for himself [05:47.33]Oh poor boy [05:51.76]So worried for his health [05:58.81]Oh poor boy.