Poor Boy Blues
Writen by: Bob Dylan
Mm, tell mama
Where’d ya sleep last night?
Cain’t ya hear me crying?
Hm, hm, hm
Hey, tell me baby
What’s the matter here?
Cain’t ya hear me crying?
Hm, hm, hm
Hey, stop you ol’ train
Let a poor boy ride
Cain’t ya hear me crying?
Hm, hm, hm
Hey, Mister Bartender
I swear I’m not too young
Cain’t you hear me cryin´?
Hm, hm, hm
Blow your whistle, policeman
My poor feet are trained to run
Cain’t you hear me crying?
Hm, hm, hm
Long-distance operator
I hear this phone call is on the house
Can’t you hear me crying?
Hm, hm, hm
Ashes and diamonds
The diff’rence I cain’t see
Cain’t ya hear me cryin´?
Hm, hm, hm
Published in Albums

2010
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
Columbia
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