Text size:
Well, the docGtor comes 'round here withD his face all bright G
And he says "in a little while you'll be alright" D
All he giGves is a humbug pill, a dose of dope andC a great big bill Am
Tell me, howG can a poor man stand suDch times and live? C D G
He says "me and my old school pals had some might high times Ddown here G
And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair" D
He took a look aroundG gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" Cthen he took a little walk Am
Tell me, howG can a poor man stand suchD times and live? C D G
There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees goneD to Hell G
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells D
Them who's got gGot out of town
And them who ain't Cgot left to drown Am
Tell me, hoGw can a poor man stand suDch times and live? C D G
I got family scattered from Texas all the wDay to Baltimore G
And I ain't got no home in this world no more D C
Gonna be a judgGment that's a fact, a righteous train rolliCn' down this track Am
Tell me, howG can a poor man stand sucDh times and live? C D G
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos