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Poverty lyrics

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

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

Up every morning with the sun
I work all day 'til the evening comes
Busters and corns all in my hands

Part of these releases

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• • Track 7 on The Best of Bobby "Blue" Bland: 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection
  • 6 That's the Way Love Is
  • 8 Driftin' Blues
• • Track 18 on Definitive Collection
  • 17 Good Time Charlie, Pt. 1
  • 19 Chains of Love

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