Poor boy hit the road from this cruel town Hither away from these people who accused him of doing wrong The road was so long, rocky and dusty His feelings were so hard, so weak and thirsty He couldn't walk half a mile, so he got down and prayed He would hold them back there, twenty miles away I know some people think he's a kind of runaway boy How can you stay around when people accuse you of doing wrong Poor boy hit the road from this cruel town Hither away from these people who accused him of doing wrong The road was so long, rocky and dusty He got to the border, he didn't know what was in Poor boy hit the road from this cruel town Oh hey, Tamamba, Tamamba, Tamamba
