Poverty (Single Version)

Poverty - Bobby "Blue" Bland

Written by：Dave Clark/Pearl Woods

I'm 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 who's fool I am

I guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living in poverty

Oh Lord it's so hard

Lord but it's fair

Everybody talk nobody really care

Lord I can't save a dime can't borrow one cent

If 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

There's a war on poverty

Oh they say it's going around now

All that means people yeah

They're trying hard to keep you down

Oh oh oh Lord poverty