Bob Dylan - Po boy

^CMan comes to the door - I say, "^Bm7For whom are y^E7ou looking?" He says, "Yo^Amur wife", I say,^D9 "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'." ^Fmaj7Poor b^F6oy - w^Chere you b^Am/F#een? ^Fmaj7I already tol' you ^G6- won't tell y^Gou ag^Cain

^CI say, "How much you want for that^Bm7?" I go i^E7nto the store The man says, &q^Amuot;Three dollars", "^D9All right", I say, "Will you take four?" ^Fmaj7Poor b^F6oy - ne^Cver say ^Am/F#die. ^Fmaj7Things will be al^G6l right b^Gy and ^Cby

^CBeen workin' on the mainline - w^Bm7orkin' like the de^E7vil The game is the^Am same - it's just up on a d^D9ifferent level ^Fmaj7Poor b^F6oy - dr^Cessed in b^Am/F#lack ^Fmaj7Police a^G6t you^Gr ba^Cck

^EmPoor b^B7oy in a r^Emed hot t^B7own ^EmOut bey^B7ond the twinklin' st^Emars ^E7Ridin' first cl^Amass trains - mak^E7ing the r^Amounds ^E7Tryin' to keep from fa^Amllin' be^D9tween the ca^Crs

^EmOthello told D^B7esdemona, &quo^Emt;I'm cold, cover me with^B7 a blanket. ^EmBy the ^B7way, what happened to that p^Emoison wine?" ^E7She says, &^Amquot;I gave it to^E7 you, you dra^Amnk it." ^E7Poor boy, layin' 'em st^Amraight - pickin' up the ch^D9erries fallin' off th^Ce plate

^EmTime and love ^B7has branded me^Em with its c^B7laws ^EmHad to go to F^B7lorida, dodgin' them Ge^Emorgia laws ^E7Poor boy, i^Amn the hotel called the ^E7Palace of G^Amloom ^E7Calls down to ro^Amom service, says,^D9 "Send up^C a room"

^EmMy mother w^B7as a daughter o^Emf a wealthy fa^B7rmer ^EmMy father was a tr^B7aveling salesman, I n^Emever met him ^E7When my moth^Amer died, my u^E7ncle took me in - he ran a funeral pa^Amrlor ^E7He did a lot of ni^Amce things for me and I w^D9on't forget h^Cim

^EmAll I know is t^B7hat I'm thr^Emilled by your kis^B7s ^EmI don't know an^B7y more than t^Emhis ^E7Poor b^Amoy, pic^E7kin' up ^Amsticks ^E7Build ya a ho^Amuse out of mor^D9tar and b^Cricks

^EmKnockin' on the d^B7oor, I say, &^Emquot;Who is it a^B7nd where are you from?" ^EmMan says, "Freddy!" I ^B7say, "Freddy who?&^Emquot; He says, "Freddy or not here I come." ^E7Poor b^Amoy 'neat^E7h the stars that s^Amhine ^E7Washin' them dis^Amhes, feedin' t^D9hem swi^Cne