I'M JUST A POOR BOY
No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day
An hourly wage,
I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow,
A bed of my own.
No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money
In an aging wallet,
A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy
Will gladly serve.
Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to
Where I survive,
Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.
I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear,
A wish and a fear,
What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure
Discovered every day.
I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a
place of fantasy,
A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.
I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give
I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.