A rich man's got his picture on the cover of a magazine.Lives a pampered life with a trophy wife and his long black limousines.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 about when a poor man gets the blues.A 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 honky tonks.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 about when a poor man gets the blues.He thinks his money rules the world and ain't all pretty damn.About a low class backwoods country boy from deep south Alabama.He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused.But son you'd better watch your back when a poor man gets the blues.A 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 nothing 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 ain't all pretty damn.About a low class backwoods country boy from deep south Alabama.He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused.But son you'd better watch your back when a poor man gets the blues.All right then.I like that beat.That's good.That's good.I can see him.I can see him.Ready Timber?Okay.Here we go.