Bob Dylan - "Poor Boy Blues" lyrics

by Bob Dylan

Where'd ya sleep last night'
Cain't ya hear me cryin''
Mm, tell mama,
Hm, hm, hm.

What's the matter here'
Hey, tell me baby,
Cain't ya hear me cryin''

Hm, hm, hm.
Cain't ya hear me cryin''
Hey, stop you ol' train,
Hm, hm, hm.
Let a poor boy ride.

Hey, Mister Bartender,
I swear I'm not too young.
Cain't ya hear me cryin''

Hm, hm, hm.
Blow your whistle, policeman,
Cain't ya hear me cryin''
My poor feet are trained to run.
Hm, hm, hm.

Long-distance operator,
Cain't ya hear me cryin''
Hm, hm, hm.
I hear this poor call is on the house.

The diff'rence I cain't see.
Ashes and diamonds,

Cain't ya hear me cryin''
Hm, hm, hm.
Mister Judge and Jury,
Cain't you see the shape I'm in'
Hm, hm, hm.
Don't ya hear me cryin''

Mississippi River,
Cain't ya hear me cryin''
You a-runnin' too fast for me.
Hm, hm, hm