Traveling Poor Boy

 
              
Verse 
E 
Old man in the moon, shining in my rearview 
A              B           E 
Leaving that Tennessee town 
      A 
You're all I have to talk to, don't know 
E 
where my dog ran off to 
         F#7                         B7 
But he's gone, and has been for a while now 
 
Verse 
E 
Where I'm bound, well I haven't figured it out 
A                      B               E 
I'm sure I'll find my usual old wrong way 
    A                                 E 
The cost to leave ain't cheap, I don't need no 
eat or sleep 
      F#7                       B 
Even if I did, I lost my job, so I don't got much 
 
pay (but it's okay) 
 
 
        A                  B          E 
Cause anymore would burn a hole in my pocket 
              A            B         E 
Lord I can't afford to be a poor boy broke 
                     A         B         E 
Besides this pair of jeans is already threaded, tearin' at the seams 
    F#7                    B 
The last that I need is a pant leg full of smoke 
      A             B          E 
Gonna ride until my ride quits riding 
               A             B           E 
Then I'm gonna walk until my boots walk off 
                  A            B 
Yessir, I'll be a sight when I get where 
E 
they're looking mean and lying 
     F#7 
But tonight, I'm feeling free and friendly, 
B                          E 
Barely scraping change, waving goodbye 
 
Verse 
             E 
Say, old man moon, I hear that you get blue too 
    A                B             E 
It must be lonesome way up in the sky 
     A                               E 
The stars seem mighty proud if I were you I'd hate a cloud 
        F#7                          B 
All they ever do is hang around and cry 
                  E 
Guess it ain't a shame to be rolling like a slow train 
     A           B       E         (E) 
Or glowing like only you do,(I'll tell you what) 
      A                               E 
I'll keep right on track, if you keep shining 
       E 
bright like that 
   F#7                         B7 
I bet before we know it, this journey will be through (and the hard times too) 
 
 
        A                  B          E 
Cause anymore would burn a hole in my pocket 
              A            B         E 
Lord I can't afford to be a poor boy broke 
                     A         B                E 
Besides this pair of jeans is already threaded, tearin' at the seams 
    F#7                    B 
The last that I need is a pant leg full of smoke 
      A             B          E 
Gonna ride until my ride quits riding 
               A             B           E 
Then I'm gonna walk until my boots walk off 
                  A              B 
Yes sir I'll be a sight when I get to where 
E 
their looking mean and lying 
     F#7                                  B7 
But tonight I'm feeling free and friendly, barely 
B7                          E 
scraping change, waving goodbye! 
 
          E             E 
Wavin? goodbye!  Wavin? goodbye?