Poverty

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’m liv­ing
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 whose 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 talks but
Nobody really cares
Lord!

I can­’t save a dime, can­’t buy me one cent
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
They say there’s one poverty
They say it’s going around now
But all I need is people Oh Lord
They’re try­ing to keep you down now
Oh!

Poverty
That’s where I’m gonna stay now
Oh Lord!
It seems that’s where I’m gonna stay