Poor Man Blues Lyrics

Rich man's got his picture on the cover of a magazine
There's a pampered life with a trophy wife and his long black limosines
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

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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 honkytonks
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 nothin' else to lose
So I taught that rich man just what happens 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