G C G7 D D7 Am
G D G
I remember a time when every thing was cheap
D
Now prices nearly puts a man to sleep
D7 G G7
Well, when we get our grocery bill
C Am
We feel like making our will
G D7 G
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
G D7 G
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright
And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!"
Well, all he gives is a humbug pill
Dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul
Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole
Now, we can hardly get our breath
Taxed and schooled and preached to death
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
