How can a poor boy get this message to you? Had my congregation, had my flock When I was a shepherd of men Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold Chased the rainbows end How can a poor boy deliver this message to you? How can a poor boy? You don't

I was a lost boy I was a lost boy in my room Too much to handle You're all alone Does she love you, you'll never know 'Til she kills my soul You're all that I'll know Our love virtues, forever on Out of the shadows

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

About the boy Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had On the silverscreen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I'm quite aware that here and there

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

I was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Wake up dead, you die I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed, I know if I wake her, I'll wake up dead

Before you speak, don't move ‘Cause I don't wanna wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up You're such a dream to me If you can believe (Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum) Last night boy I met you Yeah, when I was sleeping And it was on a