Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poverty , by - Bobby Bland. Song from the album The Anthology, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 04.06.2001
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
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 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 whose fool I am |
| I guess I’m gonna die just like I’m living |
| In poverty |
| Oh, Lord, it’s so hard |
| But it’s fair |
| Everybody talks but |
| Nobody really cares |
| Lord! |
| I can’t save a dime, can’t buy me one cent |
| 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 |
| They say there’s one poverty |
| They say it’s going around now |
| But all I need is people Oh Lord |
| They’re trying to keep you down now |
| Oh! |
| Poverty |
| That’s where I’m gonna stay now |
| Oh Lord! |
| It seems that’s where I’m gonna stay |