Well this is how the story goes
 It's never really been a one man show
 the muddy waters to roll the stones
 and I wish the [bad word] below
 There's one kid driving all night in his car
 There's another in his room [bad word] his guitar

He don't do it for the money
 He don't do it for the heart
 It's a poor boy's dream

Well there's some out there chasing big bright lights
 you know fancy cars the finer things in life
 That's well and good but it don' mean much to me
 Well I hope you sleep sound when you close your eyes
 And when the sun goes down you know [bad word] alive
 We'll hit the town
 just singing on that poor boy's dream

Poor boy's (oh)

Poor boy's (oh)

Poor boy's (oh)

Poor boy's (oh)

Singing that boor boy's dream

Poor boy's (oh)

Poor boy's (oh)

Poor boy's (oh)

Singing that poor boy's dream

Well all good things [bad word] to an end
 When one man leaves off you know another begins
 brand new song with a distant melody
 You may play for gold you may play for change
 But if you listen close it all sounds the same

Like a thousand golds just singing on a poor boy's dream
 Like a thousand golds just singing on one poor boy's dreams
 Like a thousand golds yeah this is just a poor boy's dream