Po Boy

(início)

[Intro] Base: C  Bm7  E7  Am  Fmaj7  Fmaj9  C

C                                 Bm7(b5)      E7
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
            Am                        D9
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"

Riff 1

Poor boy where you been?
I already tol' you won't tell you again
      C                                Bm7(b5)      E7
I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
     Am                                                   D9
The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"

Riff 1

Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by
 C                            Bm7(b5)         E7
Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
     Am                          D9
The game is the same it's just up on a different level

Riff 1

Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back

Riff 1

Em     B7         Em        B7
Poor boy in a red hot town
Em         B7            Em
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
E7             Am               E7          Am
Ridin' first class trains - making the rounds
E7                    Am        D9         C (Riff 2)
Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars

Riff 1

        B7         Em            B7                 Em
Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
Em            B7                          Em
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
E7         Am               E7           Am
She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it."

Riff 3

Poor boy, layin' 'em straight - pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate

Riff 3

Em            B7               Em               B7
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Em            B7                     Em
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws

Riff 3

Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"
Em         B7             Em            B7
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
Em                B7                   Em
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
E7             Am           E7                               Am
When my mother died, my uncle took me in - he ran a funeral parlor
E7                Am                      D9           C (Riff 2)
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
Em             B7         Em              B7
All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
Em             B7           Em
I don't know any more than this

Riff 3

Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Em               B7           Em              B7
Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
Em                              B7                     Em
Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."

Riff 3

Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine

Riff 3

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