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Po' Boy

Bob Dylan
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D-DU-UDU
Man  comes to the door - I say, "For whom  are you looking?"
 He says, "Your wife",  I say, "She's busy  in the kitchen cookin'."
Poor  boy  - where  you been?
I  already tol' you -  won't tell you  again
I  say, "How much you want for that?" I go  into the store
 The man says, "Three  dollars", "All right", I say,  "Will you take four?"
Poor  boy  - never  say die.
Things  will be all  right by  and by
Been  workin' on the mainline - workin'  like the devil
 The game is the  same - it's just up on a different  level
Poor  boy  - dressed  in black
Police  at  your  back
Poor  boy  in a red  hot town
Out  beyond  the twinklin' stars
Ridin'  first class  trains - making  the rounds
Tryin'  to keep from fallin'  between  the cars
Othello  told Desdemona,  "I'm  cold, cover me with a blanket.
By  the way,  what happened to that poison  wine?"
She  says, "I  gave it to you,  you drank it."
Poor  boy, layin' 'em straight  - pickin' up the cherries  fallin' off the  plate
Time  and love has  branded me  with its claws
Had  to go to Florida,  dodgin' them Georgia  laws
Poor  boy, in  the hotel called the Palace  of Gloom
Calls  down to room  service, says,  "Send up a room"
My  mother was  a daughter of  a wealthy farmer
My  father was a traveling  salesman, I never  met him
When  my mother  died, my uncle  took me in - he ran a funeral parlor
He  did a lot of nice  things for me and I won't  forget him
All  I know is that  I'm thrilled  by your kiss
I  don't know any  more than this
Poor  boy,  pickin'  up sticks
Build  ya a house  out of mortar  and bricks
Knockin'  on the door,  I say, "Who  is it and where  are you from?"
Man  says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy  who?" He says, "Freddy  or not here I
 come."
Poor  boy  'neath  the stars that shine
Washin'  them dishes,  feedin' them  swine
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Readable chord sheet for Po' Boy by Bob Dylan

[C] [Bm7]  [E7] [Am]  [D9]

[C]Man comes to the door - I say, "For w[Bm7]hom are you lo[E7]oking?"
He says, "Your wi[Am]fe", I say, "She's bu[D9]sy in the kitchen cookin'."
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - w[C]here you b[Am/F#]een?
[Fmaj7]I already tol' you [G6]- won't tell y[G]ou ag[C]ain

[C]I say, "How much you want for that?" I [Bm7]go into the st[E7]ore
The man says, "T[Am]hree dollars", "All right", I s[D9]ay, "Will you take four?"
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - ne[C]ver say [Am/F#]die.
[Fmaj7]Things will be al[G6]l right b[G]y and [C]by

[C]Been workin' on the mainline - w[Bm7]orkin' like the de[E7]vil
The game is the[Am] same - it's just up on a d[D9]ifferent level
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - dr[C]essed in b[Am/F#]lack
[Fmaj7]Police a[G6]t you[G]r ba[C]ck

[Em]Poor b[B7]oy in a r[Em]ed hot t[B7]own
[Em]Out bey[B7]ond the twinklin' st[Em]ars
[E7]Ridin' first cl[Am]ass trains - mak[E7]ing the r[Am]ounds
[E7]Tryin' to keep from fa[Am]llin' be[D9]tween the ca[C]rs

[Em]Othello told D[B7]esdemona, "I'm[Em] cold, cover me with a bl[B7]anket.
[Em]By the [B7]way, what happened to that p[Em]oison wine?"
[E7]She says, "[Am]I gave it to you,[E7] you drank it[Am]."
[E7]Poor boy, layin' 'em st[Am]raight - pickin' up the ch[D9]erries fallin' off th[C]e plate

[Em]Time and love [B7]has branded me[Em] with its c[B7]laws
[Em]Had to go to F[B7]lorida, dodgin' them Ge[Em]orgia laws
[E7]Poor boy, i[Am]n the hotel called the [E7]Palace of G[Am]loom
[E7]Calls down to ro[Am]om service, says,[D9] "Send up a ro[C]om"

[Em]My mother w[B7]as a daughter o[Em]f a wealthy fa[B7]rmer
[Em]My father was a tr[B7]aveling salesman, I n[Em]ever met him
[E7]When my moth[Am]er died, my u[E7]ncle took me in - he ran a funeral pa[Am]rlor
[E7]He did a lot of ni[Am]ce things for me and I w[D9]on't forget h[C]im

[Em]All I know is t[B7]hat I'm thr[Em]illed by your kis[B7]s
[Em]I don't know an[B7]y more than t[Em]his
[E7]Poor b[Am]oy, pic[E7]kin' up [Am]sticks
[E7]Build ya a ho[Am]use out of mor[D9]tar and b[C]ricks

[Em]Knockin' on the d[B7]oor, I say, "[Em]Who is it and wh[B7]ere are you from?"
[Em]Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Fred[B7]dy who?" He says, "Fred[Em]dy or not here I
come."
[E7]Poor b[Am]oy 'neat[E7]h the stars that s[Am]hine
[E7]Washin' them dis[Am]hes, feedin' t[D9]hem swi[C]ne

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