Po' White Boy Blues
By TractorMan
Woke up this morningTo let the dog outI said I woke up this morningTo let the dog outIt was raining in St. LouisThe sky be dark and grayKansas City weren’t no betterSo the weather man he sayWhen I came back to my houseMy woman be standin’ in the doorShe told me to keep on walkin’Didn’t want me around no moreWearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy bluesNo choice in the matterSo I drove my Chevy truckDown across the railroad tracksAnd in some mud I got stuckI walked down the roadFor miles and milesNo one to help meNot even a smileWearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy bluesAcross the highwayAnd just past the jailI drink some nasty black coffeeBefore walking back into the hailSo in a cheap motelOn an empty bed I layDying all aloneWith no way to even payBut I be thankfulGod granted my one wishAt least I didn’t shoot a manIn downtown Memphis Wearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy blues Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:21 AM PST 0 • 14
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"Woke up this morningTo let the dog outI said I woke up this morningTo let the dog outIt was raining in St. LouisThe sky be dark and grayKansas City weren’t no betterSo the weather man he sayWhen I came back to my houseMy woman be standin’ in the doorShe told me to keep on walkin’Didn’t want me around no moreWearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy bluesNo choice in the matterSo I drove my Chevy truckDown across the railroad tracksAnd in some mud I got stuckI walked down the roadFor miles and milesNo one to help meNot even a smileWearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy bluesAcross the highwayAnd just past the jailI drink some nasty black coffeeBefore walking back into the hailSo in a cheap motelOn an empty bed I layDying all aloneWith no way to even payBut I be thankfulGod granted my one wishAt least I didn’t shoot a manIn downtown Memphis Wearing my old clothesAnd some worn out shoesYou most definitely could say that I got the po’ ugly white boy blues..."