Poverty

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 Im 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 cant figure out whose fool I am

I guess Im gonna die just like Im living
In poverty

Oh, Lord, its so hard
But its fair
Everybody talks but
Nobody really cares
Lord!

I cant save a dime, cant buy me one cent
I pay my bills, I cant pay my rent
The old ladys fussing and the kids are crying
They wont let me join the welfare line

I guess Im gonna die just like Im living
In poverty
They say there's one poverty
They say its going around now
But all I need is people Oh Lord
Theyre trying to keep you down now
Oh!

Poverty
Thats where Im gonna stay now
Oh Lord!
It seems that's where I'm gonna stay