Poor Man

Man, I don’t know where

The money’s going to come from

I haven’t figured out

How I’m going to heat my house

If Jesus saves, maybe I could get a loan

Maybe I should just give up,

And let the angels take me home

When the sunrise cries, she calls my name

She laughs at me and calls me slave

She spits right in my face

I survive on the charity of my family

I survive with some help from my friends

I’ve learned to lie and cheat my government

That only makes me as guilty as them

When the sunrise cries, she calls my name

She laughs at me and calls me slave

She spits right in my face

Save me please, I’m a poor, poor man

See my purse, I’m a poor, poor man

I don’t know, I’ve got no gold nor precious stones,

Nor any land to call my own, I can’t go on this way