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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. . Poor boy don't need 'lectronics to make no Rock n Roll. Poor boy got boogie woogie born
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to me, though. I'm a poor boy. I can still be happy as long as I can feel free So many people I know, get old way too early. (Well are you feelin' kind of weary?). Just to impress you with the
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grow old. Oo hoo hoo. . What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo. What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo. . The crackle of the radio. A message in the evening sky. You're looking at an
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reason why?. A poor boy works hard for his living. But a rich man he plays to pass the time So goodbye, pleased to know you. We had some laughs along the way. But I have to be leaving. And there's
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. when all this paper blows away. its just paper, anyway you got the money that i want so bad. i like them rich girls. you got the loving that i never had. i like them poor girls. you got the money
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?". Now
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I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home. Babe I can't stay here
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Song Poor Boy Blues - Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins. Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These
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Never sing for my supper. I never help my neighbor. Never do what is proper. For my fair share of labor. I'm a poor boy. And I'm a rover. Count your coins and. Throw them over my shoulder. I
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. . Hey, stop you ol' 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
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Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2 21 Trk 21. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album Parchman Farm Blues - Roots rts 33055. . Poor boy a long way from home
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(B. Cummings - D. Troiano). . Rich world, poor world, everyday it's gettin' modified. Rich world, poor world, aren't you glad you're on the Western side,. Individual luxury just might be the
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neither a mind nor a will. Chorus. It's bitter, the need of the poor ditching boy. He'll always believe what they say. They tell him it's hard to be honest and true. But mind if he doesn't get paid
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let me be. Lord have mercy on me. Woe woe is me. Well I met a boy in the Vieux Carres. Down in Yokohama. He picked me up and he threw me down. He said "Please don't hurt me Mama". Poor poor pitiful me
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Bài hát Poor Man Blues (Album Version) - Jamey Johnson. A rich mans got his picture on the cover of a magazine. Lives a pampered life with his trophy wife. And his long black limousines . He's got
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poor man's house. He might be down, but he ain't out. He's a rich man living in a poor man's house Every night at home, feels like it's Christmas Eve. And Gracie's got his dinner on the stove, Daddy's
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had a rich dad, poor dad. I had a rich dad, poor dad. I had a rich dad, poor dad. I had a rich dad, poor dad Verse 2. Never in a sense of money spent. Christmas trees are beautiful without presents
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Poor mum, poor mum. After a lifetime of dreaming. Poor mum, poor mum. Whatever became of your scheming Nothing worked out. In the way that you planned. Nothing was quite as you thought. Try
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of all of this. There won't even have to be a murder, just a slow dissolving kiss Poor Napoleon. Poor Napoleon So good night little school boy. You better learn some self control. Did you mess up
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Help the poor, won't you help poor me?. Have a heart, won't you baby, listening to my plea?. I need all your love, I need your care. I need all of your love, you can spare Help the poor, help the
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see town. You'll walk down the aisle. In the hand me down gown. Of some poor cow Oh them rich bitch girls. Ain't like our lass. Got no spine for labor. Like us working class. Us gamey lot. Still
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low
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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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This is a story 'bout a poor girl. A story that you ought to know. She lived all alone in a one room flat. On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time. She'd go and put
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Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me. For you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms. You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms When it is you
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?". Now
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Written by bob hilliard and milton delugg. (as recorded by patsy cline november 8, 1956). . I must make up my mind today. What to have, what to hold. A poor man's roses. Or a rich man's gold
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I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home. Babe I can't stay here
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Song Poor Old Heartsick Me - Carlene Carter. Poor old heartsick me. Twice as lonely as a girl ought to be. What will the future be. For poor old heartsick me I thought I was mute to that big
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