A 
Well, I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes? 
          D 
Yeah, I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes? 
  E                                           A 
I ain't got n matches but I got a long way to go. 
 
Well, I'm an old poor boy and I'm a long, long way from home 
I'm an old poor boy and I'm a long, long way from home 
Guess I'll never be happy; everything I do is wrong. 
 
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come. 
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come. 
When your big dog gets here, show him what this little puppy done 
 
{Repeat Verse 1} 
 
 
 
 
T. Lindsey (TPLBA@AOL)