There's a whole lot of people looking down their noses and they say, oh is that the truth?
Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family, and that's the truth too.
There was ten of us living in a two room shack, on the banks of the river by the railroad
track.
And we kept chickens and a pen in the back, and everybody said we was poor folks.
My daddy was a farmer, but all he ever raised was us.
He dug a forty foot well and hid thirty six gallons of dust.
The Salvation Army gave us clothes to wear, a man from the county came to cut our hair.
We lived next door to a millionaire, but we were not poor folks, stay with me Cheryl.
We was poor folks living in a rich folks world, we sure was a hungry bunch.
If the wolf had ever come to our front door, he'd have had to brought a pig and egg lunch.
My granddaddy's pension was a dollar and thirty three cents.
That was ten dollars less than the landlord wanted for rent.
The landlord's letters got nasty indeed, he wrote get out, but Paul couldn't read.
And we was too broke to even pay heed, but that's how it is when you're poor folks.
Now pick it, turn it around.
We was poor folks living in a rich folks world, we sure was a hungry bunch.
If the wolf had ever come to our front door, we'd have had to send him down to Larry's Diner and get lunch.
But we had something in our house money can't buy.
Kept us warm in the winter and cool when the sun was high.
Fire whenever we didn't have food enough and the howling winds would get pretty rough.
We'd patch the cracks and we set the table with love.
That's what you need to do, that's what you do when you're poor folks.
And we want nothing but poor folks.
My mama and my daddy was poor folks.
My brother and my sister was poor folks.
My dog and my cat was poor folks.
And even Keith Bilbrey was poor folks.