Poverty (Single Version) 歌詞
Poverty (Single Version|Stereo) - 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