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