(words & music by Vera Matson - Elvis Presley)
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
I got a heartfull of dreams
And a lot of memories
And that's enough for me
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
Ain't got a bean, I ain't got a pot
But what I got is a heartfull of
Love and memories
And that's enough for me
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow
I don't have a horse to pull a plow
But what I got is a heartfull of
Love and memories
And that's enough for meI lay in the darkest room,
The door is locked, at chains I grasp...
The chill runs through my bones
In panic I grief. Oh please help me die...
The walls close in on my existence
Unreal illusions re-appear
Darkness increases still...
Frozen illusion
I lay in the darkest room
As images appear once more...
The chill runs through my bones
My body is stiff as my soul departs the earth.