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Worn out suit, worn shoes I got no money to pay my dues Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues There's soda pop over that hill But I got no car or a dollar bill Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues (Refrain) Well I got no money and I got no home Just my draft pick shoes and the world to roam A ridin' the rails and seein' the sites Sleepin' all day and stayin' up nights Well I got no ride, but that's alright I'll jump a freight train later on tonight Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues [Interlude] (repeat refrain) Well I got no money to pay my rent Just a pocket full of change worth fifteen cents Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues From Letras Mania