Poor boy, poor boy look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race.

Born in an old shack on a very cold day
My mother had to work on the following day
Destination poverty, very little school
She taught me to respect the golden rule.

Poor boy, poor boy look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race.

Life has been a struggle moving all the time
Hanging on a piece of thread this world of mine
You mustn't go on living inward for regret
'Cause what's to be has done you must forget.

Poor boy, poor boy look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race.

Go right on loving the human race...