Poor Boy Blues
Bob Dylan
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Mmm, tell mama, Where'd ya sleep last night? Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Hey, tell me baby, What's the matter here? Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Hey, stop your train, Let a poor boy ride. Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Hey, Mister Bartender, I swear I'm not too young. Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Blow your whistle, policeman, My poor feet are trained to run. Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Long-distance operator, I hear this phone call is on the house. Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Ashes and diamonds, The diff'rence I cain't see. Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm.
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Written by: BOB DYLAN
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