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 to 
 You,


  I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                         Keith Garrett