Lyrics:

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
Just like old folks say
You gotta reap just what you sow
Lord a disobedient child he would just don't live too long
Let me get something
Harmonica solo
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
Harmonica solo
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
Harmonica solo
Ah ha
Instrumental outro to end