Bill Anderson - Po’Folks

Poâ??Folks Bill Anderson # # # # # #Bill Anderson - Po' Folks # # #(verse 1) There's a w[G]hole lot of people lookin' d[D7]own their noses at [G]me, Cause I didn't come from a w[D7]ealthy fam[G]ily, There were t[C]en of us livin' in a t[G]wo room shack, On the b[D7]anks of the river by the r[G]ailroad tracks, We k[C]ept chickens in a p[G]en in the back, And ever'body said we were [D7]Po' Folks, (verse 2) My d[G]addy was a farmer, but [D7]all he ever raised was [G]us, He dug a forty-foot well, (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

Poâ??Folks Bill Anderson PO' FOLKS Recorded by Bill Anderson Words and music by Bill Anderson There's a [G] whole lot of people lookin' [D7] down their noses at [G] me 'Cause I didn't come from a [D7] wealthy fami-[G] ly There were [C] ten of us livin' in a [G] two-room shack On the [D7] banks of the river by the [G] railroad tracks We [C] kept chickens in a [G] pen in the back And ever'body said we were [D7] Po' Folks. ... My [G] daddy was a farmer, but [D7] all he ever raised was [G] us He (allcountrytabs.com)