Poor Boy

Me and poor boy we were travellin'
Travellin' a long way from home
Me and poor boy we got forlorn
We got pulled off and fell a'bound

My dear mother she got worried
When we were down on that lil farm
My mother she called that farm
And they told her they hadn't seen felled abound

My dear mother got on the phone
And she called down on that little farm
When my mother talked to the sargeant
He wasn't no have mercy on that bill

Well the sargeant told my mother
It would take two hundred dollar bills
We didn't have no one
To come-and-go dollar bill

Poor boy he got worried
Poor boy cus and breakin' down
I said "poor boy don't worry
Our mother gonna get us out of prison bount"

Oh my mother she got worried
She couldn't get them two hundred dollar bills
So early one Sunday morning
My mother she came down on that farm

Well the sargeant met my dear mother
He met her at the gate
My mother she told the sargeant
She didn't even have no two hundred dollar bills

Well my mother she kneeled down
She kneeled down on her knees
Oh my mother told the sargeant
Would he please, sir, have mercy on poor me

My dear mother she started cryin'
Old sargeant he broke down
He said "feed boy please promise me
You will not hobo on my train."

I said listen my brother poor boy
Don't be worried and cryin'
Somebody, somebody somewhere
Gonna get us out of prison-bound.