Poverty

Up every morning with the sun

I work all day till 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