Poverty Lyrics - Tribute To Bobby - Mick Hucknall

Up every morning with the sun 

I work all day till the evening comes 

Blisters and corns all in my hands 

Lord, have mercy on a working man 

I guess I'm gonna die just like Im living 

In poverty 

My pay goes down and my tax goes up 

I drink my tea from a broken cup 

Between my woman and Uncle Sam 

I can't figure out whose fool I am 

I guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living 

In poverty 

Oh Lord, it's so hard but it's fair 

Everybody talks but nobody really cares, Lord 

I can't save a dime, can't buy me one cent 

I pay my bills, I can't pay my rent 

The old lady's fussing and the kids are crying 

They won't let me join the welfare line 

I guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living 

In poverty 

They say theres one poverty 

They say it's going around now 

But all I need is people, oh Lord 

They're trying to keep you down now, oh 

Poverty, that's where I'm gonna stay now 

Oh Lord, it seems thats where Im gonna stay