Poor Man Blues Songtext
von Jamey Johnson

Rich man′s got his picture
On the cover of a magazine
Leads a pampered life with a trophy wife
And his long black limousines

He's got all the money in the whole wide world
And toys he′ll never use
But he don't know a damn thing
'Bout when a poor man gets the blues

Rich man thinks his shoes were made
To walk wherever he wants
From the top of all them high-rise buildings
To the bottom of the honky-tonks

He′ll step on everything in between
But he won′t walk a mile in my shoes
And he don't know a damn thing
′Bout when a poor man gets the blues


He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
′Bout a low class backwoods country boy
From deep South Alabama

He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
But son, you'd better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues

Rich man waltzed right into her life
Swept her off her feet
For all his fame and his fortune
Lord knows I couldn′t compete

When he took her love away from me
I had nothing else to lose
So I told that rich man just what happens
When a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
'Bout a low class backwoods country boy
From deep South Alabama


He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son, you′d better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues

All right, Dave?
All right, man
That′s good, that's good
I, I can, I can see ′em, man, I can see 'em
That was really good
Ready to run?
Okay
Here we go