Poverty
by Dave Clark / 
Pearl Woods 
recording of 19 
from 
The Best Of Bobby "Blue" Bland (MCA 31219) 
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 
I drink my tea from a broken cup 
Between my woman and uncle Sam, 
I can't figure out just what I am 
I guess I', gonna die, just like I live, in poverty 
Oh Lord, it's so hard