letra de poor man - frank proffitt
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i worked all the winter-times
i worked through the spring
i planted my corn and ‘taters
[in] that puttin’ rain
there’s not a thing for a poor man
in this world
i stood on the hillside
i looked at the sky
lord i said, “what makes you
let it get so dry?”
there’s not a thing for a poor man
in this world
i got out on my knees
for rain i thought i’d pray
along come a great big flood
washed everything away
there’s not a thing for a poor man
in this world
hush up honey
now don’t you cry
things are gonna get better
by and by
there’s not a thing for a poor man
in this world
have mercy!
i worked all last summer
i worked all that fall
lord i spent my christmas
in a pair of overalls
there’s not a thing for a poor man
in this world
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