Nick Drake - Poor Boy lyrics
[Nick Drake - Poor Boy lyrics]
Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbour
Never do what is proper
For my fair share of labour
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 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?"
(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)
I never help my neighbour
Never do what is proper
For my fair share of labour
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 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?"
(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)