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 left him in a cheap hotel
Well it's easy for you to see that that country boy is me
Tell me how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
I was gonna be a great success
Oh but that sure ended up a mess
And in the process I got messed up too
Hello Mom and Dad I hate to call collect
But I ain't got a cent to my name
And I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
If I could only get me some money
You know I'd be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Outta Southern Illinois they're still worried 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's a fare
Well as soon as I got the bread
I got a pipe 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 collect
But I ain't got a cent to my name
And I'm sleepin' in this hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
If I could only get me some money
You know I'd be back on my feet again
Send it in care of Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Send it in care of Sunday Mission
Box number ten
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 left him in a cheap hotel
Well it's easy for you to see that that country boy is me
Tell me how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
I was gonna be a great success
Oh but that sure ended up a mess
And in the process I got messed up too
Hello Mom and Dad I hate to call collect
But I ain't got a cent to my name
And I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
If I could only get me some money
You know I'd be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Outta Southern Illinois they're still worried 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's a fare
Well as soon as I got the bread
I got a pipe 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 collect
But I ain't got a cent to my name
And I'm sleepin' in this hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
If I could only get me some money
You know I'd be back on my feet again
Send it in care of Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Send it in care of Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Credits
Writer(s): James Croce
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