Life Of A Poor Boy

When I was just a youngster and hardly in my teens

I went to school on many a day with faded old blue jeans

The patches they were many the seat was all thread bare

But a poor girl didn’t notice and a poor boy didn’t care

A poor boy don’t have no money a poor boy don’t have no dough

Give a poor boy a pretty little girl and watch that poor boy go

He’s the backbone of the nation the pappy of the land

With a two buck loan he’ll build him a home

And raise him a poor boy clan

His worries they are many his pleasures are but few

But that don’t worry a poor boy his pappy had ’em too

His living don’t come easy he has to sweat it out

But he’d rather be a poor boy than a wealthy gad-a-bout

A poor boy don’t have no money a poor boy don’t have no dough

Give a poor boy a pretty little girl and watch that poor boy go

He’s the backbone of the nation the pappy of the land

With a two buck loan he’ll build him a home

And raise him a poor boy clan

If it wasn’t for the poor boy a lot would go un-done

The plow would never furrow or the mill would never run

There wouldn’t be no taters there wouldn’t be no beans

The rich would all be poor boys in faded old blue jeans

A poor boy don’t have no money a poor boy don’t have no dough

Give a poor boy a pretty little girl and watch that poor boy go

He’s the backbone of the nation the pappy of the land

With a two buck loan he’ll build him a home

And raise him a poor boy clan