There's a whole lot of people looking down their noses at me.
I like this better.
Oh, do it that other way. I'd like to hear that.
Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family.
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 wasn't nothing except poor folks.
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 picnic 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.
For whenever we didn't have food enough
And the howling winds would get pretty rough
We'd patch the cracks and we'd set the table with love.
Cause that's what you do when you're poor folks
And we wasn't nothing except 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 Larry Black and everybody at the diner is poor folks.