Poor Man

Hush up, honey, don’t you cry
Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by

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

Now I got down on my knees, Lord, I thought I’d pray
Along come a great big flood and washed everything away

Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall
All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls

Well I got down on my knees, looked up to the sky
All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why

Well hush up, honey, Lord don’t get down
You know that I love you every way around