Songtext von 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 business man I said I'm a hard workin' son of a gun He said you know the rules 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 black 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