Poverty - Bobby Bland

Up every morning with the sun

I work all day til 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