Poor Man

Hush up, honey, don't you cry

Things are gonna 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, then it wouldn't rain

And there ain't a thing for a poor man in this world

Well, I got down on my knees, Lord, I thought I'd pray

'Long come great big flood, washed everything away

And there ain't a thing for a poor man in this world

Work through the winter, Lord, I'll work through this fall

All I got for Christmas, 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, 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