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