| Kind friends gather round
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| There’s a dream that I had this last night
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| There’s plenty of land, soil and sea
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| We won’t have to struggle and fight
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| It’s a poor man’s heaven, well how about when
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| We won’t have nothing to fear, no
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| With real feather beds to rest those heads
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| We’ll all have one of our own
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| It’s a poor man’s heaven to be free
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| A poor man’s heaven to believe
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| It’s a poor mans vision up above
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| A poor man’s heaven to be loved
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| Yeah, come on now
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| We’ll roll up their banks, shoot their crates
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| We won’t give it up 'till we heard
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| With the rich man’s son, we’ll have that fun
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| For sticking their shovel and dirt
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| We’ll live on champagne, ride that train
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| We’ll drink it from the day until midnight
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| If someone should dare to ask out there
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| We’ll punch and put out his lights
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| It’s a poor man’s heaven to be free
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| A poor man’s heaven to believe
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| It’s a poor mans vision up above
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| A poor man’s heaven to be loved
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| Yeah, come on now
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| Yeah
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| We’ll live at our ease, take all we please
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| We won’t have no-one to fend for
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| If someone gets smart, we’ll take him apart
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| And spread him all over the floor
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| It’s a poor man’s heaven, well how 'bout when
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| We won’t have nothing to fear, no
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| With real feather beds to rest those heads
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| We’ll all have one of our own
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| It’s a poor man’s heaven to be free
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| A poor man’s heaven to believe
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| It’s a poor mans vision up above
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| A poor man’s heaven to be loved
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| Yeah, come on now
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| Yeah, it’s a poor man’s heaven
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| Come on now, hey
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| Yeah, come on now, come on
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| It’s a poor mans heaven
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| Yeah, yeah, a poor man’s heaven
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| Yeah, come on now, come on
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| It’s a poor mans heaven
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| Yeah, yeah, a poor man’s heaven
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| Yeah, come on now, come on
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| It’s a poor mans heaven
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| Yeah, yeah, a poor man’s heaven |