Box #10

Well outta 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 flow'r 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'm I gonna ever 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 to       Hello, mama and dad I had to call collect Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well, I'm sleepin' in a 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 took 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 a 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