Box #10

Well, out of Southern Illinois come a down home country boy He's gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio Oh well, he hadn't been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap hotel Oh well, it's easy for you to see that that country boy is me Say and how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home? Well, I was gonna be a great success Things sure ended up a mess But in the process I got messed up, too Hello Mama and Dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten Well, back in Southern Illinois they're still worryin' 'bout their boy But this boy's goin' home soon's he gets the fare Because as soon as I got my bread I got a pipe upside my head You know they left me in an alley Took my money and my guitar, too Hello Mama and Dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten