Poor Man Blues

Rich man's got his picture on the cover of a magazine

Lives a pampered life with a trophy wife and his long black limousines

He's got all the money in the whole wide world and toys he'll never use

But he don't know a damn thing 'bout when a poor man gets the blues

Rich man thinks his shoes are made to walk wherever he wants

From the top of all them high rise buildings to the bottom of the honky-tonks

He'll step on everything in between, but he won't walk a mile in my shoes

And he don't know a damn thing 'bout when a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world, and he don't give a damn

'Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabam'

He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused

Well, son, you'd better watch your back when a poor man gets the blues

Rich man waltzed right into her life, swept her off her feet

For all his fame and his fortune, Lord knows, I couldn't compete

When he took her love away from me, I had nothing else to lose

So I taught that rich man just what happens when a poor man get the blues

He thinks his money rules the world, and he don't give a damn

'Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabam'

He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused

Well, son, you'd better watch your back when a poor man gets the blues