Poor Boy Songtext
von Red Molly

Poor boy, poor boy
Where did you learn your song?

From the back of a black hill in the land of the free
Faces of the conquerors for the conquered to see
A mountain murder ballad in four-part harmony
That′s where I learned my song

Poor boy, poor boy
Where did you learn your song?


From the ring of a hammer on a long iron rail
Swung by the hungry and the young men in jail
Singing for their souls, singing for their bail
That's where I learned my song

Poor boy, poor boy
Where did you learn your song?

From the mourners mourning in the streets of town
They cried as they laid their brother′s body down
The song they were singing made the sweetest sound
That's where I learned my song

From the preacher preaching in a long monotone
Sharpened by the seasons of sleeping alone
But the saint is a sinner like a sculpture is a stone
That's where I learned my song


Poor boy, poor boy
Where did you learn your song?