Poor Boy

I walked down to the river, poor boy To see the ships go by My sweetheart stood on the deck of one And she waved to me goodbye Bow down your head and cry, poor boy Bow down your head and cry Stop thinking 'bout that woman you love Bow down your head and cry I followed her for months and months She offered me her hand We were just about to be married When she ran off with a gamblin' man Bow down your head and cry, poor boy Bow down your head and cry Stop thinking 'bout that woman you love Bow down your head and cry Well, if I had a golden thread And a needle for to sew I'd stitch myself to my true love's side And down that river we'd go Bow down your head and cry, poor boy Bow down your head and cry Stop thinking 'bout that woman you love Bow down your head and cry