My baby he had big eyes for the city|With the golden hills that slip into the bay|But that city's greed is hungrier than money|And it slowly stole my baby's soul away||Extra extra|Have you heard the news?|My man he's got deep pockets now|He done lost them poor boy blues||Read all about it|His war's been won|His down and broke and brokedown days are done||His leaving trunk was packed and shipped to Portland|I guess the grass is always greener in the rain|Now headlines match the name upon his paycheck|Pacific breeze has gone and blown his blues away||Extra extra|Have you heard the news?|My man he's got deep pockets now|He done lost them poor boy blues||Read all about it|His war's been won|His down and broke and brokedown days are done||But lonely broken and downhearted|Is where the words to my truest songs will hide|So when my honey packed to up leave that city|I wasn't there to travel by his side no||Extra extra|Have you heard the news?|My man he's got deep pockets now|He done lost them poor boy blues||Read all about it|His war's been won|His down and broke and brokedown days are done||