Poverty lyrics
Up every morning With the sun I work all day Til the evening comes
Blisters and corns All in my hands Lord, have mercy On a working man
I guess I'm gonna die Just like I live In poverty
My pay goes down And my tax goes up I drink my tea From a broken cup
Between my woman And Uncle Sam I can't figure out Who's fool I am
I guess I'm gonna die Just like I'm living In poverty
Oh, Lord, it's so hard But it's fair Everybody talk but [ From : http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/bobby-bland-lyrics/poverty-lyrics.html ] Nobody really care
Lord, I can't save a dime Can't borrow one cent If I pay my bills I can't pay my rent
The old lady's fussing And the kids are crying They won't let me join The welfare line
I guess I'm gonna die Just like I'm living In poverty
There's a war on poverty They say it's going around But all that means, people They're trying hard To keep you down
Oh, oh, oh, Lord, poverty That's where I'm gonna stay now
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