Bo Weavil Jackson - Poor Boy Blues lyrics

I woke up this mornin', blues all 'round my bed I woke up this morning, mama, blues all around my bed Thinkin' about the words that my brown had said 'Cause I'm poor boy here, long ways from home Poor boy here, long ways from my home Ain't got nowhere, Lord, to lay my head Cold frosty ground was my bed last night Cold frosty ground was my bed last night Thinkin' 'bout the kind words that my Mama had said What my Mama told me, honey, done come to pa** Mama told me, it's done come to pa** Whiskey and women, poor boy, be your ruin at last Now, my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too My Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too Reason I tried so hard, honey, get along with you So many days, I stoled away and cried So many days, I stoled away and cried Poor boy's been mistreated, can't be satisfied Gonna write a letter, mail it in the air Gonna write a letter, gonna mail it in the air When that wind blows, blow news everywhere Lord, Lord, ain't gonna moan no more Lord, Lord (guitar finishes line)