Poor boy he was traveling
The king of the road
Poor boy he got hungry,
He didn't even have no where to go.
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Poor boy says I hate for
That evening sun going down,
The curb, the rocks are my pillow
And the cold ground my sleeping place.
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Poor boy's mama come to see him,
Frightened, sad and prison bound,
When she looked and see him,
How she went to screaming and crying.
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Take back your old mother,
Poor boy now is prison bound,
Oh she kneeled on her knee,
How old mother screams and cries.
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Oh she said goodbye,
Your mama's gonna leave lone,
She said if you be a good boy,
You will be home by and by.