Marcelo Zarvos - Poor Boy Lyrics
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Poor Boy
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What Are The Lyrics For Poor Boy By Marcelo Zarvos?
Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbor Never do what is proper For my fair share of labor. I'm a poor boy And I'm a rover Count your coins and Throw them over my shoulder I may grow older Nobody knows How cold it grows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If I cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Never know what I came for Seems that I've forgotten Never ask what I came for Or how I was begotten. I'm a poor boy And I'm a ranger Things I say May seem stranger than Sunday Changing to Monday. Nobody knows How cold it flows And nobody feels The worn down heels Nobody's eyes Make the skies Nobody spreads Their aching heads. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. He's a mess but he'll say yes If you just dress in white. Nobody knows How cold it blows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If you cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health Oh poor boy. |
Who Wrote Poor Boy By Marcelo Zarvos?
Nick Drake
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What's The Duration Of The Poor Boy By Marcelo Zarvos?The duration of Poor Boy is 6:06 minutes and seconds. |
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