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A Poor Boy Like Me lyrics

She grew up in the backwood country
Found her dreams in movie magazines
Now she's gone looking for her castle
What chance is there for a poor boy like me

City lights oh you took my darling
And the love that she promised me
After wine and big city parties
What chance is there for a poor boy like me

Sold my house to Raverend Smith last Sunday
Left my farm with Abraham McGee
Had to go and rescue my darling
From the life like your city folks lead

I found her dressed in fancy silks and satin
Spending money like it grew on trees
Living high in a big white mansion
What chance is there for a poor boy like me
What chance is there for a poor boy like me

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