A Poor Boy Like Me
She grew up in the backwood country
Found her dreams in movie magazines
Now she's gone looking for
Her castle what chance
Is there for a poor boy like me
City lights oh you took my darling and
The love that she promised me
After wine and big city
Parties what chance is
There for a poor boy like me
Sold my house to Raverend Smith last Sunday
Left my farm with Abraham McGee
Had to go and rescue my darling from
The life like your city folks lead
I found her dressed in fancy silks and satin
Spending money like it grew on trees
Living high in a big
White mansion what chance
Is there for a poor boy like me
What chance is there for a poor boy like me