Born in the country a poor boy The heir to a paupers throne When daddy left home (The poor boy's alone) I tried to find a world of my own Poor boy go home
I was raised up on goodwill in L.A. Loaned to the pea farm at twelve Yea and when I got back (The boy's still bad) I can hear the courtroom say Poor boy go home
I found me a woman in kansas I gave her everything I had But the day I went dry (Boy, bye bye) I can hear her say to this day Poor boy go home
My life is dedicated to my music My music's dedicated to you
Now I realize my music Is the only friend I'll ever have It won't tury me away, and until my dying day You'll hear me play
My life is dedicated to my music My music's dedicated to you
My life is dedicated to my music My music's dedicated to you
