G I was a boy I was a good little boyD Wantin in the playground fun They said ah na ney boy you can't playG Cause you were born a poor man's sonG I met a girl she was a pretty little girlD Would you be my only one She said meet me where nobody can seeG Cause you were born a poor man's sonC G I spent all my lifetimeC Thinking what I coulda doneG D While I worked my fingers to the boneG I met a man he was business manD I said I'm a hard working son of a gun He said you know the rules You should've stayed in schoolG Cause you were born a poor man's sonC G I spent all my lifetimeC Thinking what I coulda doneG D While I worked my fingers to the boneG I met a guy he was a crazy guyD He said I'm going to get me some Let's go across the tracks where They keep that jackG All we need is a little black gunG They got the hounds and the tracked us downD They said we know what you have done You're gonna do the time it's gonna fit the crimeG You shoulda shot a poor man's sonD G You shoulda shot a poor man's sonD C D G You shoulda shot a poor man's son
Poor Mans Son
Charlie Robison
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