Poor Man
Hey, you walk the floor and scratch your head, poor man
Walk the floor and scratch your head, poor man
Walk the floor and scratch your head
Ten little children cryin' to be fed, poor man
Well, you got no bread, your meat's all gone, poor man
Got no bread and your meat's all gone, poor man
Got no bread and your meat's all gone,
Ten little young'uns gnawin' on the bone, poor man
Well, there's ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone, poor man
Ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone, poor man
Ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone
Tell little bellies moanin' and a-groanin', poor man
Well, there's a cyclone blown your barn away, poor man
Cyclone blown your barn away, poor man
Big wind blown your barn away
Hogs are dead and your cows astray, poor man
And where them hens that used to lay, poor man
And where them hens that used to lay, poor man
Where them hens that used to lay
They got hungry and flew away, poor man
Well you see them rabbits hoppin' round, poor man
See them rabbits hoppin' round, poor man
See them rabbits hoppin' round
Grab your gun and call your hound, poor man
Well, you got no shells for your gun, poor man
Got no shells for your gun, poor man
Got no shells for your gun
Your hound's so hungry, he can't run, poor man
You like your coffee black and hot, poor man
You like your coffee black and hot, poor man
Like your coffee black and hot
You got no coffee, got no pot, poor man
Walk the floor and scratch your head, poor man
Walk the floor and scratch your head
Ten little children cryin' to be fed, poor man
Well, you got no bread, your meat's all gone, poor man
Got no bread and your meat's all gone, poor man
Got no bread and your meat's all gone,
Ten little young'uns gnawin' on the bone, poor man
Well, there's ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone, poor man
Ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone, poor man
Ten little young'uns gnawing on the bone
Tell little bellies moanin' and a-groanin', poor man
Well, there's a cyclone blown your barn away, poor man
Cyclone blown your barn away, poor man
Big wind blown your barn away
Hogs are dead and your cows astray, poor man
And where them hens that used to lay, poor man
And where them hens that used to lay, poor man
Where them hens that used to lay
They got hungry and flew away, poor man
Well you see them rabbits hoppin' round, poor man
See them rabbits hoppin' round, poor man
See them rabbits hoppin' round
Grab your gun and call your hound, poor man
Well, you got no shells for your gun, poor man
Got no shells for your gun, poor man
Got no shells for your gun
Your hound's so hungry, he can't run, poor man
You like your coffee black and hot, poor man
You like your coffee black and hot, poor man
Like your coffee black and hot
You got no coffee, got no pot, poor man
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Writer(s): Ketch Secor, Willie Watson, Critter Fuqua, Kevin Hayes, Morgan Jahnig
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