Barbeque Bob - Poor Boy A Long Ways From Home - 1927 - 78rpm Rare Blues on Columbia

aka Robert Hicks I’m a poor boy, I’m a long ways from home I’m a poor boy, I’m a long ways from home I’m a poor boy, ain’t got nowhere to go Ain’t got nowhere, lay my worried head Honey, I ain’t got nowhere, t’ lay my worried head I ain’t got nowhere, lay my worried head Sometime, I’d soon to be dead Honey, tell me, what you gonna do Please tell me, what you gonna do Please tell me, what you gonna do I done left my brown, standin’ in the door Left my brown, standin’ in the door I left my brown, standin’ in the door “Why’n’t you ring?“, she said, “You’re not ’bliged to go.“ I’m the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried I’m the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried I didn’t have no blues, just couldn’t be satisfied Honey, give me long long distance phone Now, give me long distance phone Honey, give me long distance phone I wanta hear from my sweet mama back home Uh, Central, ring six-oh-nine Central, ring six-oh-nine I wanta hear from that bob-haired gal of mine