Hush up honey, don't you cry
Things are going to get better in the by-
And-by

And there ain't a thing for a poor man

In this world


Work through the winter, work through the
Spring

Yeah plant my corn and taters and then
It wouldn't rain
And there ain't a thing for a poor man


In this world


Now i got down on my knees
Lord i thought i'd pray
Along come a great big flood

Washed everything away
And there ain't a thing for a poor man


In this world

Work through the winter, lord, work

Through this fall
All i got for christmas was a pair of
Overalls

And there ain't a thing for a poor man

In this world


Well i got down on my knees
Looked up to the sky

All i can think of is to ask the good lord
Why
And there ain't a thing for a poor man


In this world


Well hush up, honey, lord don't get
Down
You know that i love you every way

Around
And there ain't a thing for a poor man


In this world

And there ain't a thing for a poor man


In this world