Poor Man

Hush up, honey, don't you cry
 Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
 Work through the winter, work through the spring
 Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
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 Now I got down on my knees
 Lord I thought I'd pray
 Along come a great big flood
 Washed everything away
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
 Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall
 All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
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 Well I got down on my knees
 Looked up to the sky
 All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
 Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get down
 You know that I love you every way around
 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world
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 And there ain't a thing for a poor man
 In this world