Lord I should have been did what my Mama told me to
Lord I should have been did what my Mama told me to
Then I would not have to work
and I wouldn′t have to sing the blues
Just like the old folks say
You gotta reap just what you sow
You gotta reap just what you sow
Lord a disobedient child he would just don't live too long
Oh everybody wanna know, Lord what does a poor boy do?
Oh everybody wants to know what does a poor boy do?
A poor boy sews patches on his clothes
and stuffs newspapers in his shoes Ah ha Let me do it again
Oh I should have been did just like my Mama tole me to
Oh I should have been did just like my Mama tole me to
Then I would not have to work and I would not have to sing the blues
Hey everybody wanna know what does a poor boy do?
Oh everybody wanna know what does a poor boy do?
A poor boy sews patches on his clothes
stuffs newspaper Lord, in his shoes Let′s go home
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