Poor Man's Anthem

You're just not the right kind, she says

But you knew that

I'm kind of broke but rich at heart

But you knew that!

I need a roof above my head boy

Can you do that

One day I want some mouths to feed

So break your back!

I know that I'm not perfect

Just please be kind to me

Cause my money won't be worth it

If I can't call you mine for free

Sleep is for the weak

Tears are for the poor, and I've got no more

And I've got no more

Love's a tough game to play

At least I've been told

And just like wine, it takes time

To be worth its weight in gold

I'd love you head to toe my darlin 

Through sickness and no wealth

If that ain't good enough for you

Go find someone else

I know that I'm not perfect

Just please be kind to me

Cause my money won't be worth it

If I can't call you mine for free

Sleep is for the weak

Tears are for the poor, and I've got no more

And I've got no more...

But don't slow me down , cause I'm on my way

This old beat up car has a path to pave

Oh, the blood, the sweat, the tears in my way

Will put this poor man's name in lights one day

Ohh.. ohh.. ohh. oh, oh, oh

Ohh.. ohh.. ohh. oh, oh, oh

Ohh.. ohh.. ohh. oh, oh, oh

Sleep is for the weak

Tears are for the poor, and I've got no more

And I've got no more