JIM CROCE - Box no10 lyrics

rate me

Well out of southern Illinois

Come a down-home country boy

He 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 hotel

Well it's easy for you to see

That that country boy was me

Say and how am I ever gonna

Break the news to the folks back home?

I was gonna be a great success

Things sure ended up a mess

But in the process I got messed up too

Hello momma and dad I had to call collect

'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name

Well I'm sleepin' in a hotel doorway

And tonight they say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only send me some money

I'll be back on my feet again

Send it in care of the Sunday Mission

Box Number Ten

Well back in southern Illinois

They still worryin' 'bout their boy

But this boy's goin' home

As soon as he gets the fare

Because the minute I got my bread

I got a pipe upside my head

You know they left me in an alley

Took my money and my guitar too

Hello momma and dad I had to call collect

'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name

Well I'm sleepin' in a hotel doorway

And tonight they say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only send me some money

I'll be back on my feet again

Send it in care of the Sunday Mission

Box Number Ten

Send it in care of the Sunday Mission

Box Number Ten