A Poor Man's Blues

From the front line to coal mine
The picket line to the bread line
From good times to hard times

Well I don't mind and she don't care
Been running around in circles heading no where
Worked all our lives ain't got nothing to show
Two kids no job and no where to go

Well I swear blind but she can't see
That look in our children's eyes haunting me
Waiting on some good news
But all I hear is a poor man's blues

Well I ain't sure but she just knows
Sometimes you have to accept and just go with the flow
Were standing in lines and waiting in queue's
It's hard to walk when your wearing a poor man's shoes

A poor man's a poor man's blues
A poor man's a poor man's blues
Poor man's A poor man's blues
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Writer(s): John Giblin
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