Poor Boy Lyrics

Poor Boy lyrics

My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me
If you don't
quit your rambling ways
They're gonna get you in the penetentiary
Gonna
get you in the penetentiary poor boy
Gonna get you in the penetentiary
If
you don't quit your reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the
penetentiary

So I sat myself down in a gambling game
But I could not
play my hand
Just thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another
man
Run away with another man poor boy
Run away with another man
Just
thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man

The cards
came around the table lord
And I had such a worried mind
My stack of gold
dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine
I lost about
ninety-nine poor boy
I lost about ninety-nine
My stack of gold dollars I
wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine

It wasn't very long till I
seen him again
He ran away left her behind
And I laid him down with my
old forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine
The judge gave me
ninety-nine poor boy
The judge gave me ninety-nine 
I laid a man down
with my big forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine

Well the
jury said I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it down
And the judge
called out my number
Two sixes upside down
Two sixes upside down poor
boy
Two sixes upside down
The judge called out my number
Two sixes
upside down