Poverty Lyrics & Tabs by Mick Hucknall
Poverty
guitar chords lyrics
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
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
