Po’ Boy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Man comes to the door, I say, “For whom are you looking?”

He says, “Your wife,” I say, “She’s busy in the kitchen cooking”

Poor boy, where you been?

I already told you, won’t tell you again

I say, “How much you want for that?” I go into the store

The man says, “Three dollars.” “All right,” I say, “Will you take four?”

Poor boy, never say die

Things will be all right by and by

Been working on the mainline, working like the devil

The game is the same, it's just up on another level

Poor boy, dressed in black

Police at your back

Poor boy in a red hot town

Out beyond the twinkling stars

Riding first-class trains, making the rounds

Trying to keep from falling between the cars

Othello told Desdemona, “I’m cold, cover me with a blanket

By the way, what happened to that poison wine?”

She said, “I gave it to you, you drank it”

Poor boy, laying them straight

Picking up the cherries falling off the plate

Time and love has branded me with its claws

Had to go to Florida dodging them Georgia laws

Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom

Call down to room service, says send up a room

My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer

My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him

When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he 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

Poor boy, picking up sticks

Build you a house out of mortar and bricks

Knocking on the door, I say, “Who is it where are you from?”

Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He say, “Freddy or not here I come”

Poor boy, 'neath the stars that shine

Washing them dishes, feeding them swine