Poor Man

I worked all the Winter-times
I worked through the Spring
I planted my corn and 'taters
[In] that puttin' rain

There's not a thing for a poor man
In this world

I stood on the 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 out 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's not a thing for a poor man
In this world
Have mercy!

I worked all last Summer
I worked all that Fall
Lord I spent my Christmas
In a pair of overalls

There's not a thing for a poor man
In this world