Po` Boy — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

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