Poor Man Blues

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