Charlie Robinson - Poor Man's Son lyrics

Poor Man's Son

I was a boy, I

was a good little boy

Wantin’ in the playground fun

They said ah na ney 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 coulda done

While I worked my fingers to the bone

I met a man, he was a business man

I said I’m a hard workin’ son of a gun

He said you know the rule

You should’ve stayed in school

But you were born a poor man’s son

I spent all my lifetime

Thinkin’ what I coulda 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 back gun

They 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 shoulda shot a poor man’s son (3x)