Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times, artist - Ry Cooder. Album song Ebbets Field, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 05.06.2016
Record label: Ocean Music Group
Song language: English
How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times |
Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright |
And he says in a little while you’ll be all right |
All he gives is a humbug pill |
A dose of dope and a great big bill |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Well there once was a time when everything was cheap |
But now prices nearly puts a man to sleep |
When we get our grocery bill |
We just feel like making our will |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Prohibition’s good if 'tis conducted right |
There’s no sense in shooting a man 'til he shows flight |
Officers kill without a cause |
Then they complain about the funny laws |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
(Additional stanzas in the original version:) |
I remember when dry goods were cheap as dirt |
We could take two bits and buy a dandy shirt |
Now we pay ten bucks or more |
Maybe get a shirt that another man wore |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Well, I used to trade with a man by the name of Gray |
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty-four pound bag |
Now it’s a dollar and a half beside |
Just like a-skinning off a flea for the hide |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Oh, the schools we have today ain’t worth a cent |
But they see to it that every child is sent |
If we don’t send everyday |
We have a heavy fine to pay |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Most all preachers preach for gold and not for souls |
That’s what keeps a poor man always in a hole |
We can hardly get our breath |
Taxed and schooled and preached to death |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Oh, it’s time for every man to be awake |
We pay fifty cents a pound when we ask for steak |
When we get our package home |
A little wad of paper with gristle and bone |
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
Songwriter: Alfred Reed |