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
Written by: DAVE CLARK, PEARL WOODS
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