Poor Boy Blues Songtext
von Bob Dylan

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

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

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

Hey, Mister Bartender,
I swear I'm not too young
Cain′t ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm


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

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

Ashes and diamonds,
The diff′rence I cain't see
Cain′t ya hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm, hm

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

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