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mick hucknall - poverty lyrics

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up every morning with the sun
i work all day til the evening comes
blisters and corns all in my hands
lord, have mercy on a working man

i guess i’m gonna die just like i’m living
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 whose fool i am

i guess i’m gonna die just like i’m living
in poverty

oh, lord, it’s so hard
but it’s fair
everybody talks but
n-body really cares
lord!

i can’t save a dime, can’t buy me one cent
i pay my bills, i can’t pay my rent
the old lady’s fussing and the kids are crying
they won’t let me join the welfare line

i guess i’m gonna die just like i’m living
in poverty
they say there’s one poverty
they say it’s going around now
but all i need is people oh lord
they’re trying to keep you down now
oh!

poverty
that’s where i’m gonna stay now
oh lord!
it seems that’s where i’m gonna stay

- mick hucknall lyrics

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