| There’s a whole lotta people lookin' down their noses at me
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| Cause I didn’t come from a wealthy family
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| There was ten of us livin' in a two room shack
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| On the banks of the river by the railroad track
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| We kept chickens in a pen in the back
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| And everybody said we was po' folks
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| My daddy was a farmer but all he ever raised was us
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| Dug a forty foot well struck thirty-six gallons of dust
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| Salvation Army give us clothes to wear
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| A man from the county came to cut our hair
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| We lived next door to a millionare
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| But we wadn’t nothin' but po' folks
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| We was po' folks livin' in a rich folks world
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| We sure was a hungry bunch
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| If the wolf had ever come to our front door
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| He’d’ve had to brought a picnic lunch
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| My grandaddy’s pension was a dollar and thirty-three cents
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| That was ten dollar less than the landlord wanted for rent
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| The landlord’s letters got nasty indeed
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| He wrote get out but pa couldn’t read
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| And we was too broke to even pay heed
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| But that’s how it is when you’re po' folks
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| We was po' folks livin' in a rich folks world
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| We sure was a hungry bunch
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| If the wolf had ever come to our front door
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| He’d’ve had to brought a picnic lunch
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| But we had something in our house money can’t buy
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| Kept us warm in the winter cool when the sun was high
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| For whenever we didn’t have food enough
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| And the howlin' winds would get pretty rough
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| We patched the cracks and set the table with love
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| Cause that’s what you do when you’re po' folks
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| And we wadn’t nothin' but po' folks
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| My mom and my dad was po' folks
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| My brother and my sister was po' folks
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| My dog and my cat was po' folks
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| And even the po' folks was po' folks |