Poor Man's Pride Lyrics - Singles - Catherine Britt

Daddy had a chance to go 

Take a factory jon in Ohio 

The offered him a decent dime 

To leave Kentucky far behind 

Well, I cussed him when he turned em down 

Standing farm, tobacco ground 

Tobacco growing ain't no life 

For seven kids and a poor man's wife 

Money does not mean a thing 

When you dream a farmer's dream 

He could not toe that bottom line 

Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride 

Cursed that poor man's pride 

Now Daddy was a gambling man 

He gambled on tobacco land 

Bet your life every spring 

To see what harvest time would bring 

Could be drought, could be flood 

Rolling dice was in his blood 

No matter how it all went down 

He's just as stubborn as that ground 

Money does not mean a thing 

When you dream a farmer's dream 

He could not toe that bottom line 

Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride 

Cursed that poor man's pride 

Well, it finally drove him in the ground 

Broke his back and put him down 

Poor and proud is how he died 

Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride