Verse Poor boy he was traveling The king of the road Poor boy he got hungry, He didn't even have no where to go. Instrumental Verse Poor boy says I hate for That evening sun going down, The curb, the rocks are my pillow And the cold ground my sleeping place. Instrumental Verse Poor boy's mama come to see him, Frightened, sad and prison bound, When she looked and see him, How she went to screaming and crying. Instrumental Verse Take back your old mother, Poor boy now is prison bound, Oh she kneeled on her knee, How old mother screams and cries. Instrumental Verse Oh she said goodbye, Your mama's gonna leave lone, She said if you be a good boy, You will be home by and by.