Chord/Tab song: Po’ Boy

This song is Dylan's #1 hit off his 2001 album 'Love & Theft'.

Intro: C,Bm7, E7,Am, D9.

[C]Man comes to the door - I say, "For w[Bm7]hom are you lo[E7]oking?"
He says, "Your wi[Am]fe", I say, "She's bu[D9]sy in the kitchen cookin'."
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - w[C]here you b[Am/F#]een?
[Fmaj7]I already tol' you [G6]- won't tell y[G]ou ag[C]ain


[C]I say, "How much you want for that?" I [Bm7]go into the st[E7]ore
The man says, "T[Am]hree dollars", "All right", I s[D9]ay, "Will you take four?"
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - ne[C]ver say [Am/F#]die.
[Fmaj7]Things will be al[G6]l right b[G]y and [C]by


[C]Been workin' on the mainline - w[Bm7]orkin' like the de[E7]vil
The game is the[Am] same - it's just up on a d[D9]ifferent level
[Fmaj7]Poor b[F6]oy - dr[C]essed in b[Am/F#]lack
[Fmaj7]Police a[G6]t you[G]r ba[C]ck


[Em]Poor b[B7]oy in a r[Em]ed hot t[B7]own
[Em]Out bey[B7]ond the twinklin' st[Em]ars
[E7]Ridin' first cl[Am]ass trains - mak[E7]ing the r[Am]ounds
[E7]Tryin' to keep from fa[Am]llin' be[D9]tween the ca[C]rs


[Em]Othello told D[B7]esdemona, "I'm[Em] cold, cover me with a bl[B7]anket.
[Em]By the [B7]way, what happened to that p[Em]oison wine?"
[E7]She says, "[Am]I gave it to you,[E7] you drank it[Am]."
[E7]Poor boy, layin' 'em st[Am]raight - pickin' up the ch[D9]erries fallin' off th[C]e plate


[Em]Time and love [B7]has branded me[Em] with its c[B7]laws
[Em]Had to go to F[B7]lorida, dodgin' them Ge[Em]orgia laws
[E7]Poor boy, i[Am]n the hotel called the [E7]Palace of G[Am]loom
[E7]Calls down to ro[Am]om service, says,[D9] "Send up a ro[C]om"


[Em]My mother w[B7]as a daughter o[Em]f a wealthy fa[B7]rmer
[Em]My father was a tr[B7]aveling salesman, I n[Em]ever met him
[E7]When my moth[Am]er died, my u[E7]ncle took me in - he ran a funeral pa[Am]rlor
[E7]He did a lot of ni[Am]ce things for me and I w[D9]on't forget h[C]im


[Em]All I know is t[B7]hat I'm thr[Em]illed by your kis[B7]s
[Em]I don't know an[B7]y more than t[Em]his
[E7]Poor b[Am]oy, pic[E7]kin' up [Am]sticks
[E7]Build ya a ho[Am]use out of mor[D9]tar and b[C]ricks


[Em]Knockin' on the d[B7]oor, I say, "[Em]Who is it and wh[B7]ere are you from?"
[Em]Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Fred[B7]dy who?" He says, "Fred[Em]dy or not here I
come."
[E7]Poor b[Am]oy 'neat[E7]h the stars that s[Am]hine
[E7]Washin' them dis[Am]hes, feedin' t[D9]hem swi[C]ne

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