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Gilby Clarke - Poor Boy Blues

Poor Boy Blues This poor boy was searching for an easy way out He stole some poison from the voodoo house Locked up in his bedroom cause he felt so ashamed He couldn't take away his pain He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor boy blues He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor boy blues A Bourbon Street whore was his lover last night He couldn't make love to his wife Now she's the victim of his pleasure curse She burned the bed they slept in He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor boy blues He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor boy blues May you never die 'til I kill you May you never live as long as I stand on your grave Kill me... He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor boy blues He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor, poor boy blues He's just a slave to his heart He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car He's got the poor, poor boy blues He's just a slave to his heart Shit...

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