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Poor Boy
Nick Drake - Poor boy
Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbour
Never do what is proper
For my share of labour.
I`m a poor boy
And I`m a rover
Count your coins and
Throw them over my shoulder
I may grow older
Nobody knows
How cold it grows
And nobody sees
How shaky my knees
Nobody cares
How steep my stairs
And nobody smiles
If I cross their stiles.
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health.
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight.
Never know what I came for
Seems that I`ve forgotten
Never ask what I came for
Or how I was begotten.
I`m a poor boy
And I`m a ranger
Things I say
May seem stranger than Sunday
Changing to Monday.
Nobody knows
How cold it flows
And nobody feels
The worn down heels
Nobody`s eyes
Make the skies
Nobody spreads
Their aching heads.
Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
So keen to take a wife.
He`s a mess but he`ll say yes
If you just dress in white.
Nobody knows
How cold it blows
And nobody sees
How shaky my knees
Nobody cares
How steep my stairs
And nobody smiles
If you cross their stiles.
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health.
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight.
Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
So keen to take a wife.
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health
Oh poor boy.
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Oh poor boy.
So worried for his health
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So keen to take a wife.
Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
Where will he stay tonight.
You may say every day
So worried for his health.
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
If you cross their stiles.
And nobody smiles
How steep my stairs
Nobody cares
How shaky my knees
And nobody sees
How cold it blows
Nobody knows
If you just dress in white.
He`s a mess but he`ll say yes
So keen to take a wife.
Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
Their aching heads.
Nobody spreads
Make the skies
Nobody`s eyes
The worn down heels
And nobody feels
How cold it flows
Nobody knows
Changing to Monday.
May seem stranger than Sunday
Things I say
And I`m a ranger
I`m a poor boy
Or how I was begotten.
Never ask what I came for
Seems that I`ve forgotten
Never know what I came for
Where will he stay tonight.
You may say every day
So worried for his health.
Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
If I cross their stiles.
And nobody smiles
How steep my stairs
Nobody cares
How shaky my knees
And nobody sees
How cold it grows
Nobody knows
I may grow older
Throw them over my shoulder
Count your coins and
And I`m a rover
I`m a poor boy
For my share of labour.
Never do what is proper
I never help my neighbour
Never sing for my supper
Nick Drake - Poor boy
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