poor kid blues

if i were me then's what I would do,
splash a hundred different colors and arrange em for you,
so that you can look on it and tell me what to,
and if you'd like to have it then i'd sell it too,
but i ain't mees'long as i work,
making dimes making dollars for some other jerk,
don't matter how hard, tough, or bustin' i try,
i ain't never gonna be the upper guy,
and if i was me then's what i'd do,
is write a hundred thousand words and i'd tell 'em to you,
make you laugh make you sing make you dance or cry,
and if they was good maybe then you'd buy,
so you could say the words to folks you know- -
but i ain't me soes what i'm gonna do,
is work hard to make my dimes soes through an through,
for the jerk above till i turn blue and blew-
out all my joints in my knees and my fingers too,
but that's just a given for the you know who's,
of the world that's we who do the do to doos.

and if we were we you know what we would do,
we'd craft an image so huge of our love for you,
but we ain't we when we work for hims,
make our dimes makin' dollars for the nameless men,
and we craft and toil and sweat and cry,
but no matter how dauntless or how hard we try,
we ain't never gonna get no-anywhere,
making widgets for some wizard up in god knows where,
but we keep on goin for a lack of time,
and we toil and test our sense of life,
but we do it all to get the gets and the by and buy-
's what we need for the living we can hardly call life,

but soon's we realize that life ain't life,
if we ain't we, and he's just some guy,
then maybe we could start-a love a' life,
and put a bit a' soul into what we spend our time,
cuz it ain't for a nickel that i like to breathe,
and a dime's not worth all the stress i see,
so i'm gonna do my best'a stick-to a bit of me,
even though i ain't - but i hope to be,
an' if i got fight, someday i'll free,
m'wrists from the slavewage that's shackling me,
to a life a' predicts and sail the sea,
because if i was me then's what i'd do,
is sail a-hundred million miles cross the ocean to you,
cuz there's nothin but love's gonna pull me through-
this everpresent trap that's the poor kid blues.