Poor Mans 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 Thinking 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 working son of a gun He said you know the rules You should've stayed in school Cause you were born a poor man's son SOLO I spent all my lifetime Thinking 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 going 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 the 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 You shoulda shot a poor man's son You shoulda shot a poor man's son >From Charlie Robison "Life Of The Party" Lucky Dog Records 1998 Bruce Robison Music/Tiltawhirl Music(BMI) >From Austin Country Nights Watermelon Records