I‘m standing at the station, ain‘t no train to come | Not a dime in my pocket, and my babe‘s gone | The sun is going down, (there‘s) nothin‘ else to loose | With my body and soul, singin‘ the poor boy‘s blues | In the rich man‘s world, they don‘t treat you right | I‘m too young to sit down, too old to fight | Eight miles walking, down the lonely trail | The suitcase in my hand, feeling old and frail | My babe ain‘t in town, moved away for good | The trouble in my head, makes me weird and rude | I got no chance to make her come back home | I make up my mind, living sad and lone | Late after midnight, (there‘s) nothin‘ else to loose | With my body and soul, singin‘ the poor boy‘s blues