You know you've done enough when every bone is sore
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You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more
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You know you're coming to some kind of understanding
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When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing
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Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep
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So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
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Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow
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Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow
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Hey that's the poor man's house
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Everybody get a look at the poor man's house
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Everywhere they went before must have turned them out
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And now they're living in a poor man's house
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There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven
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They got a lot of wine and fish up there
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And the bread's unleavened
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They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack
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Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs
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Daddy's been working too much for days and days
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He doesn't eat
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He never says much but I think this time it's got him beat
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It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever
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Your daddy's poor today
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And he will be poor forever
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Tey that's the poor man's house
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Those kids are living in a poor man's house
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They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out
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And come home in the evening to the poor man's house
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What are you chopping that wood for
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Why are you growing that corn
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Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and
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You're wearing the one that's torn
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I guess it's for some one elses kid who wasn't born
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In a poor man's house
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Hey take a look at that house
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Everybody we're living in a poor man's house
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Seems like everywhere we go they find us out
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Find out that we've been living in a poor man's house
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Poor Man's House
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| Patty Griffin |
