Poor Boy Harry McClintock

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"Oh, that's, uh, called 'Poor Boy'. That's a- that’s a jailhouse song! Them mournful things."

Down on my knees, playing old coon can
Could hardly play my hand
For thinking of the woman that I love
That ran away with another man

Ran away with another man, poor boy
Ran away with another man
For thinking of the woman that I love
That ran away with another man

I went down to the old depot
To watch the train roll by
Looked up and saw the woman that I love
Then I hung my head and cried

I hung my head and I cried, poor boy
I hung my head and cried
Looked up and saw the woman that I love
Then I hung my head and cried

Papa and Mama told me so
And now this has come to pass
Through drinkin' and gamblin'
And runnin' with a lo-down glass