Let A Poor Man Be Lyrics
Where none of your friends are hanging around
That's right, I'm gonna move to the other side of town
Where none of your business is hanging around
Woman, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Columbia, girl, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man
I'm gonna build a castle out of Goodyear tires,
Cinderblock and busted doors; that's where I'll retire.
Gonna dig a mote. Fill it up with ale.
Not much of a defense, I know, but the supply never
When you come knocking all in tears wringing hands and
You'll understand that I am a busy man and my subjects
demand my attention.
These walls don't build themselves and I am running out
So if you desire anything else, you had better get in
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Songwriter(s): Richard Timothy Sult, Neil Fallon, Jean-Paul Gaster, Dan Maines
Publisher(s): Sea Gator Music
Record Label(s): 2009 Weathermaker Music LLC
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