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