From the Book of Job
by Steven Clotzman

I had a girl, what can I say?
She was my world but she went away
And now I’m lost and so confused
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy’s supposed to do?

I hit the streets, began to roam
I could barely eat, just bitched and moaned
‘Cause her goodbye was 80 proof
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy’s supposed to do?

My heart said, “Head, where did we go wrong?”
My head said, “Heart, you’re just too headstrong!”

I cursed the day that I was born
I even cursed the mighty Lord
Hoping that He’d give me my due
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy’s supposed to do
?


Seemed like the words had barely left my mouth
When like the birds, my job went south
They even repossessed by shoes
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy’s supposed to do?

My head said, “Feet, where we gonna go?”
My feet said, “Head, you mean you don’t know?”

Across the sea they’re fighting wars
So I’ll be free to do my chores
And pay the bills when they’re all through
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy’s supposed to do?


They tell me life is give and take
But give too much; it’s your own mistake
Well, I can swear that’s all a ruse
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy supposed to do?

Some of my friends called it a test
They said next time, better do your best
Wished me good luck and then adieu
Won’t someone tell me what a poor boy supposed to do?


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