letra de poverty - bobby bland
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up every morning with the sun
i work all day ’til the evening comes
busters and corns all in my hands
lord, have mercy on a working man
i guess i’m gonna die, just like i live 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 just what i am
i guess i’m gonna die, just like i live in poverty
oh lord, it’s so hard
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