Nuno_B - POOR BOY Lyrics

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh
Poor boy in a little town where dreams are hard to find
In a rundown shed with a broken porch and a troubled state of mind
Dirt under nails and some bruised up hands, a heart that's seen some pain

And he goes on with life, he goes on with his life
Poor boy with heart full of dreams, chasing down that road where the sunset gleams
Got his guitar and his restless soul, he won't let this world destroy
They told him it's just a dreamer with his head up in the clouds

But he keeps believing and singing it out, he's got a passion deep inside
That's gonna set him free
You just all wait and see
His not made for this, can't overcome every obstacles they bring

But he's changing things, changing the world with every word he sings
And he's so strong, he's so strong for taking in everything they did
But he's so done, he's so done, he can't take it in anymore
And oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh

In the cornfields, he worked so hard under the scorching sun
But the music in his soul, it kept him going when the day was done
Every note he played, every word he sang was a whisper to the sky
That this poor boy got a fire burning that won't ever die

So listen to his story as he sings it from his heart
He may be a poor boy but his got a brand new start
With every strum of the guitar, he would chase away the pain
This poor boy gonna rise and let his music take you away

Just let him be free
And he'll show you what you can't see
He's not made for this, can't overcome every obstacles they bring
But he's changing things, changing the world with every word he sings

And he's so strong, he's so strong for taking in everything they did
But he's so done, he's so done, he can't take it in anymore
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh
Then one day, he's sitting in his room

Playing his guitar while his singing to his tunes
And his master walks in but he keeps stramming his strings
When he's supposed to be in the fields
Their eyes met for a moment while he reaches for his gun

He aims it at the poor boy and told him his had enough
Down on his knees as his begging, shouting out please
But his master stood so calmly and left him in cold blood