Poor man Jones

Did you hear poor man jones story ?
He found a lot to rest his bones of fury 
A Portuguese beauty with brittle hands and curls of brown 
Took him from under and turned wrath upside  
Follow me , follow me into the hills 
Follow me by day or night to the hills
Poor man Jones dusk is galore
Raggedy beard with crimson beads kissed the air 
His house of mud came to be , remember when he played fire by the shore ?