You know you've done enough when every bone is sore You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more You know you're coming to some kind of understanding When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow
Hey that's the poor man's house Everybody get a look at the poor man's house Everywhere they went before must have turned them out And now they're living in a poor man's house
There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven They got a lot of wine and fish up there And the bread's unleavened They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs Daddy's been working too much for days and days He doesn't eat He never says much but I think this time it's got him beat It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever Your daddy's poor today And he will be poor forever
Tey that's the poor man's house Those kids are living in a poor man's house They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out And come home in the evening to the poor man's house
What are you chopping that wood for Why are you growing that corn Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and You're wearing the one that's torn I guess it's for some one elses kid who wasn't born In a poor man's house
Hey take a look at that house Everybody we're living in a poor man's house Seems like everywhere we go they find us out Find out that we've been living in a poor man's houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
