Lyrics Stoney LaRue – Box #10

Well out of southern Illinois, come a down home country boy
He’s gonna make it in the city playin guitar in the studio
Well he hadn’t been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap motel

Well now it’s easy for you to see, that that country boy is me
Tell me how’m I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a big success, but that’s all ended up a mess
And in the process, I got messed up too

Hello mom and dad I hate to call ya collect
But I ain’t got a cent to my name
Well I’m sleepin in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it’s gonna rain
And if I could only get me some money
I’d be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box Number 10

Well out of southern Illinoos, still worry about their boy
But this boy’s goin’ home soon’s he gets the fare
Well as soon as I got the bread, I got a pop upside my head
You know they left me in an alley, took my money and my guitar too

Hello mom and dad I hate to call ya collect
But I ain’t got a cent to my name
Well I’m sleepin in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it’s gonna rain
And if I could only get me some money
I’d be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box Number 10
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box Number 10