Poor Man
Hush up honey, don't you cry
Things are going to get better in the by-
And-by
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
Work through the winter, work through the
Spring
Yeah plant my corn and taters and then
It wouldn't rain
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
Now I got down on my knees
Lord I thought I'd pray
Along come a great big flood
Washed everything away
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
Work through the winter, Lord, work
Through this fall
All I got for Christmas was a pair of
Overalls
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
Well I got down on my knees
Looked up to the sky
All I can think of is to ask the good Lord
Why
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get
Down
You know that I love you every way
Around
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world
And there ain't a thing for a poor man
In this world