WitrynaI 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, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station Running scared WitrynaI'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy froma poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No, - we will not let you go - let him go - Bismillah! We will not let you go - Let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - Let him go Will not let you go - Let me go

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WitrynaI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead, Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry WitrynaI'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh Didn't mean to make you cry je cuisine donc je suis

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WitrynaTraditional. " Poor Boy Blues ", or " Poor Boy, Long Ways From Home ", is a traditional blues song that has been cited as one of the oldest in the genre. [1] [2] As with most traditional blues songs, there is great variation in the melody and lyrical content as performed by different artists. However, there is often a core verse containing some ... WitrynaLet him go, let him go He 's a poor boy in his pocket he 's a poor boy in his shoes. he 's done his time he 's stood. Nick Drake - Poor boy lyrics. sing for my supper I never helped my neighbour Never do what is proper For my fair share ... of labour I’m a poor boy And I’m a rover Count your. je cuisine creole