Daddy had a chance to go
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Take a factory jon in Ohio
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The offered him a decent dime
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To leave Kentucky far behind
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Well, I cussed him when he turned em down
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Standing farm, tobacco ground
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Tobacco growing ain't no life
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For seven kids and a poor man's wife
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Money does not mean a thing
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When you dream a farmer's dream
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He could not toe that bottom line
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Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride
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Cursed that poor man's pride
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Now Daddy was a gambling man
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He gambled on tobacco land
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Bet your life every spring
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To see what harvest time would bring
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Could be drought, could be flood
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Rolling dice was in his blood
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No matter how it all went down
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He's just as stubborn as that ground
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Money does not mean a thing
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When you dream a farmer's dream
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He could not toe that bottom line
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Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride
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Cursed that poor man's pride
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Well, it finally drove him in the ground
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Broke his back and put him down
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Poor and proud is how he died
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Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride
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Poor Man's Pride
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| Catherine Britt |
