Po' Boy
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I already tol' you won't tell you again

I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by

Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back

Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first class trains making the rounds
Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars

Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it"
Poor boy, layin' 'em straight pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate

Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"

My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral parlor
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him

All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't know any more than this
Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks

Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."




Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine

Overall Meaning

In Bob Dylan's song Po' Boy, the lyrics describe the life of a young man who is trying to make a living in a difficult world. The song begins with a man coming to the door asking for the singer's wife, but she is busy cooking in the kitchen. The lyrics suggest that the singer is frustrated with his situation, but he keeps a positive outlook on life: "Poor boy where you been? I already tol' you won't tell you again / Poor boy - never say die / Things will be all right by and by."


As the song progresses, the singer talks about working hard and trying to stay out of trouble. He sings about the police being after him and trying to avoid getting caught. The lyrics also touch on the idea of love and loss, with the singer reflecting on his mother's death and his own experiences with romance.


Overall, the song paints a picture of a young man who is trying to navigate the challenges of life with resilience and a sense of humor. While the lyrics can be interpreted in a number of ways, they seem to suggest that even in hard times, it's important to keep moving forward and stay positive.


Line by Line Meaning

Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
A man knocked on the door looking for someone, and I asked who he was searching for.


He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
The man replied that he was looking for my wife, and I informed him that she was preoccupied with cooking in the kitchen.


Poor boy where you been?
I asked the poor boy where he has been.


I already tol' you won't tell you again
Though the poor boy has been asked before, I tell him that I won't repeat myself again.


I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
I inquire about the price of an item, then enter the store.


The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
The shopkeeper quotes three dollars, to which I offer four dollars instead.


Poor boy - never say die
Despite his circumstances, the poor boy should never give up hope.


Things will be all right by and by
Eventually, things will work out for the better.


Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
I am working tirelessly and furiously, like a demon on a railroad.


The game is the same it's just up on a different level
Although the stakes are higher, the rules of the game remain the same.


Poor boy, dressed in black
The poor boy is wearing all black.


Police at your back
The police are pursuing the poor boy.


Poor boy in a red hot town
The poor boy is in a city known for its passion and heat.


Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Beyond the glimmering stars, in the vastness of space.


Ridin' first class trains making the rounds
Traveling on the best available trains and visiting various places.


Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
Trying not to fall between the train cars while moving from place to place.


Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
A reference to a scene in Shakespeare's Othello, where Othello asks his wife to cover him with a blanket.


By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
Desdemona asks about the poison wine that she gave to Othello earlier.


She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it"
Desdemona reveals that she had given Othello the poison wine, and that he had already consumed it.


Poor boy, layin' 'em straight pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate
The poor boy is doing his best to pick up the cherries that have fallen off his plate.


Time and love has branded me with its claws
The passage of time and the experiences of love have left their marks on me.


Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
I had to go to Florida in order to evade the legal authorities in Georgia.


Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
The poor boy is staying in a hotel with a foreboding and depressing name.


Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"
I call the hotel service to request a new room.


My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My mother was born to a rich farmer.


My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
My father was a salesman who was never there for me, so I never had a chance to meet him.


When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral parlor
After my mother's passing, my uncle was kind enough to take me in; he owned and operated a funeral home.


He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
My uncle did many kind deeds for me, and I'm grateful for them; I'll never forget his kindness.


All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I do not have any further knowledge beyond the fact that kisses from you bring me joy.


I don't know any more than this
My knowledge is limited to this one piece of information.


Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
The poor boy is gathering sticks.


Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks
I will construct a sturdy building for you using bricks and mortar.


Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
I ask the person knocking on the door their name and place of origin.


Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."
The man identifies himself as Freddy, to which I respond by asking for further clarification; he responds with a pun, 'Freddy' or not (here) I come.


Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
The poor boy is situated beneath the shining stars.


Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine
The poor boy is washing dishes and feeding pigs.




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Written by: BOB DYLAN

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@juancamacho5746

Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I already tol' you won't tell you again

I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by

Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back

Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first class trains making the rounds
Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
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Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it"
Poor boy, layin' 'em straight pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate

Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"

My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral parlor
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him

All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't know any more than this
Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks

Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."
Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine



@lynncohen2897

Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I already tol' you won't tell you again
I say, "How much you want for that?", I go into the store
The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by
Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first class trains making the rounds
Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"
She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it"
Poor boy, layin' 'em straight pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral parlor
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't know any more than this
Poor boy, pickin' up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."
Poor boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine



All comments from YouTube:

@freewheelin173

I always loved how Bob slipped a knock-knock joke into this song. Such a beautiful track though, one of my favorites.

@vickymyers8673

"the game is the same it's just aboard another level" Perfectly captures the plight of the working poor in this country and beyond. Unbelievable poignant, yet powerful lyrics.

@Tobykeithmusicinc

Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here

@kingoftheseamusic

Up on another level.

@theflamingfatman

In absolute top form. A wonderful song, like a more mature version of his playful early songs, and one of his great vocal performances.

@songdanceman1608

Song, voice, lyrics, band, chord progression...only you Bob. Much love.

@mariamartin94

Love his voice so much on this song.

@Tobykeithmusicinc

Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here!

@mariamartin94

@Bob Dylan Creep🤮

@timharper4246

Reminds me of Tom Waits

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