Poor Man

I worked all the wintertime

I worked through the spring

I planted my corn and taters

Then it wouldn't rain

There's not a thing for a poor man

In this world

I stood on that hillside

I looked at the sky

Lord, I said, "What makes you let it get so dry?"

There's not a thing for a poor man

In this world

I got down on my knees

For rain, I thought I'd pray

Along come a great big flood

Washed everything away

There's not a thing for a poor man

In this world

Hush up, honey

Now, don't you cry

Things are gonna get better

By and by

There ain't a thing for a poor man

In this world (Lord, have mercy)

I worked all that summer

I worked all that fall

Lord, I spent my Christmas

In a pile of overhauls

There ain't a thing for a poor man

In this world