I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still
Coming on strong coming on strong I can feel the heartaches coming on strong I can feel the teardrops the pain and sorrow Ever since she's been gone they
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your
Some people say I'm a no count others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travelin' man I'm doin' what I think I should poor boy I'm doin' what
It's true you have me twisted around your finger it seems that's where I belong You know how to hold me to thrill me and control me Just enough to keep
Two broken hearts lonely looking like houses where nobody lives Two people each having so much pride inside neither side forgives The angry words spoken
And you're much more than a lover to me I like having you around Everybody loves one thing or another it's a natural thing to do But there's more to it
I look out on the grave of New York City And to see some children playing in the snow Central Park in winter should look pretty But New York ain't a place
Things I learned in hobo jungle were things they never taught me in a class room Like where to find a hand out while bummin' through Chicago in the afternoon
I didn't see no sense in me just sittin' here and draggin' out the pain There's nothin' you can say or do to ever make me want for you again You say I
Sometimes too much fuel can smother up the fire And sometimes too much love can strangle that desire I held her too tight till the feeling was gone Oh
She would meet me in the morning on my way down to the river Waitin' patient by the chinaberry tree With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the
Livin' on free food tickets water in the milk from the hole in the roof Where the rain comes through what can you do uh Tears from little sister cryin
How old do you think I am he asked and I said well I didn't know He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago I was sittin' in Miami pouring blended
I peeked in to say goodnight and I heard my child in prayer Send for me some scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons for my hair All the stores were closed and
I know it seems you've finally won her over That you've taken her from these two arms of mine But a taste of your love only makes her thirsty And she
Today the train pulled out of here that stops in my hometown And the one I love is waiting for won't be there to step down Right now they're braidin'
When the morning sun streaks across my room Lord I'm wakened up from another dream of you And I'm on the road once again it seems That all I've left behind
