Poor Man's Son

I was a boy

I was a good little boy

Wantin' in the playground fun

They said na na nay

Boy you can't play

'Cause you were born a poor man's son

I met a girl

She was a pretty little girl

Would you be my only one

She said meet me where nobody can see

'Cause you were born a poor man's son

I spend all my lifetime thinkin' what I coulda done

Then I work my fingers to the bone

I met a man

He was a business man

Said I'm a hard workin' son of a gun

He said you know the rules you shoulda stayed in school

But you were born a poor man's son

I spend all my lifetime thinkin' what I coulda done

Then I work my fingers to the bone

I met a guy

He was a crazy guy

He said I'm gonna get me some

Let's go across the tracks where they keep the jack

All we need is a little black gun

They got the hounds and they tracked us down

They said we know what you have done

You're gonna do the time it's gonna fit the crime

You shoulda shot a poor man's son

You shoulda shot a poor man's son

You shoulda shot a poor man's son