Poor Man's Son Songtext
von Charlie Robison

I was a boy, I was a good little boy
Wantin′ in the playground fun
They said, "Ah-na-nay, boy, you can't play
′Cause you were born a poor man's son"

I met a girl, she was a pretty little girl
Would you be my only one?
She said, "Meet me where nobody can see
'Cause you were born a poor man′s son"

I spent all my lifetime
Thinkin′ what I could've done
While I worked my fingers to the bone


I met a man, he was a businessman
Said, "I′m a hard workin' son of a gun"
He said, "You know the rule
You should′ve stayed in school
'Cause you were born a poor man′s son"

I spent all my lifetime
Thinkin' what I could've done
While I worked my fingers to the bone

I met a guy, he was a crazy guy
He said, "I′m goin′ to get me some
Let's go across the tracks, where they keep that jack
All we need is a little black gun"

They′ve got the hounds, and they tracked us down
They said, "We know what you have done
You're gonna do the time, it′s gonna fit the crime
You should've shot a poor man′s son"

You should've shot a poor man's son
You should′ve shot a poor man′s son