Poor Man

Hush up honey, don't you cryThings are going to get better in the by-And-byAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldWork through the winter, work through theSpringYeah plant my corn and taters and thenIt wouldn't rainAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldNow I got down on my kneesLord I thought I'd prayAlong come a great big floodWashed everything awayAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldWork through the winter, Lord, workThrough this fallAll I got for Christmas was a pair ofOverallsAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldWell I got down on my kneesLooked up to the skyAll I can think of is to ask the good LordWhyAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldWell hush up, honey, Lord don't getDownYou know that I love you every wayAroundAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this worldAnd there ain't a thing for a poor manIn this world