Poor Boy

Poor boy, poor boy
 Where did you learn your song?
 From the back of a black hill in the land of the free
 Faces of the conquered for the conquerors to see
 A mountain murder ballad in four part harmony
 That's were I learned my song
 Poor boy, poor boy
 Where did you learn your song?
 From the ring of a hammer on a long iron rail
 Sung by the hungry and the young men in jail
 Singing for their souls, singing for their bail
 That's where I learned my song
 Poor boy, poor boy
 Where did you learn your song?
 From the mourners mourning in the streets of the town
 They cried as they layed their brothers bodies down
 The songs that they were singing made the sweetest sound
 That's where I learned my song
 From the preacher preaching in a long monotone
 Sharpened by the seasons of slaving alone
 But the saint is sinner like a sculpture is a stone
 That's where I learned my song
 Poor boy, poor boy
 Where did you learn your song?