Lirik Lagu Po' Boy - Bob Dylan
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Man comes to the door - I say, "For whom are you looking?"He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'."Poor boy - where you been?I already tol' you - won't tell you again
I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the storeThe man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"Poor boy - never say die.Things will be all right by and by
Been workin' on the mainline - workin' like the devilThe game is the same - it's just up on a different levelPoor boy - dressed in blackPolice at your back
Poor boy in a red hot townOut beyond the twinklin' starsRidin' first class trains - making the roundsTryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket.By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it."Poor boy, layin' 'em straight - pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate
Time and love has branded me with its clawsHad to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia lawsPoor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of GloomCalls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmerMy father was a traveling salesman, I never met himWhen my mother died, my uncle took me in - he ran a funeral parlorHe did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kissI don't know any more than thisPoor boy, pickin' up sticksBuild ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."Poor boy 'neath the stars that shineWashin' them dishes, feedin' them swine
I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the storeThe man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you take four?"Poor boy - never say die.Things will be all right by and by
Been workin' on the mainline - workin' like the devilThe game is the same - it's just up on a different levelPoor boy - dressed in blackPolice at your back
Poor boy in a red hot townOut beyond the twinklin' starsRidin' first class trains - making the roundsTryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars
Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket.By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it."Poor boy, layin' 'em straight - pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate
Time and love has branded me with its clawsHad to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia lawsPoor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of GloomCalls down to room service, says, "Send up a room"
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmerMy father was a traveling salesman, I never met himWhen my mother died, my uncle took me in - he ran a funeral parlorHe did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him
All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kissI don't know any more than thisPoor boy, pickin' up sticksBuild ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Knockin' on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not here I come."Poor boy 'neath the stars that shineWashin' them dishes, feedin' them swine
