Worn out suit, worn shoes   I got no money to pay my dues   Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues      There's soda pop over that hill   But I got no car or a dollar bill   Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues      (Refrain)   Well I got no money and I got no home   Just my draft pick shoes and the world to roam   A ridin' the rails and seein' the sites   Sleepin' all day and stayin' up nights      Well I got no ride, but that's alright   I'll jump a freight train later on tonight   Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues      [Interlude]      (repeat refrain)      Well I got no money to pay my rent   Just a pocket full of change worth fifteen cents   Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues   Yodal-lay-ee oh lord I got the poor boy blues