Poor Old Boy

My attempt to write the blues I feel with a little humor.

I'm just a poor old boy,
Have no woman at home.
It's the roaming life,
That leaves me alone.

I'm just a poor old boy
Got nothing to really do
Can't even talk to the ladies,
Can't even tie my shoes.

Oh Lord!
What can a poor old boy do?
When he's living the blues......

I'm just a poor old boy,
A little kid without a toy.
Got no money for the ladies I meet,
I could spend a million dollars,
They still would call me cheap.

Oh Lord!
What can a poor old boy do?
When he's living the blues...