| D* | |
| you know you've done enough when every bone is sore |
| D* | |
| you know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more |
| D* | |
| you know you're coming to some kind of understanding |
| D* | |
| when every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing |
| G | A | Bm | A | |
| mama says | god tends | to every little skinny sheep |
| G | A | D | |
| so count your ribs | and say your | prayers and get to sleep |
| G | A | Bm | A | |
| nothing is | louder to god's | ears than a poor mans sorrow |
| G | A | G | A | |
| daddy is poor today and | he will be poor tomorrow |
| A | G | D | |
| hey that's the | poor man's | house |
| A | G | D | |
| everybody get a | look at the poor mans | house |
| A | G | D | |
| everywhere they | went before must have | turned them out |
| A | G | D | |
| and now they're | living in a poor mans | house |
| D* | |
| there's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven |
| D* | |
| they got a lot of wine and fish up there and the bread's unleavened |
| D* | |
| they got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack |
| D* | |
| lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs |
| G | A | Bm | |
| daddy's been | working too much for | days and days he doesn't eat |
| A |
| G | A | D | |
| he never | says much but i | think this time it's got him beat |
| G | A | Bm | A | |
| it isn't that | he isn't | strong or kind or clever |
| G | A | G | |
| your daddy's poor today and he will be | poor forever | [ A] |
| A | G | D | |
| hey that's the | poor man's | house |
| A | G | D | |
| those kids are | living in a poor mans | house |
| A | G | D | |
| they walk to | school with the soles of their | shoes worn out |
| A | G | D | |
| and come home in the | evening to the poor mans | house |
| G | |
| what are you chopping that wood for |
| A | |
| why are you growing that corn |
| G | A | |
| mama's sewing a brand new shirt and | you're wearing the one that's |
| torn |
| G | A | D | |
| i guess it's for some one elses kid | who wasn't born in a poor |
| G | |
| man's | house |
| D | G | |
| a poor | man's | house |
| A | G | D | |
| hey take a | look at that | house |
| A | G | D | |
| everybody we're | living in a poor mans | house |
| A | G | D | |
| seems like every | where we go they | find us out |
| A | G | D | |
| find out that we've been | living in a poor mans | house |
| [D* twice and then bang on |