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you know you've done enough when every bone is soreyou know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any moreyou know you're coming to some kind of understandingwhen every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standingmama says god tends to every little skinny sheepso count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleepnothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrowdaddy is poor Today and he will be poor tomorrowhey that's the poor man's houseeverybody get a look at the poor mans houseeverywhere they went before must have turned them outand now they're living in a poor mans housethere's nothing like poverty to get you into heaventhey got a lot of wine and fish up there and the bread's unleavenedthey got a lot of ears that heard a whip go cracklots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backsdaddy's been working too much for days and days he doesn't eathe never says much but i think this time it's got him beatit isn't that he isn't strong or kind or cleveryour daddy's poor today and he will be poor foreverhey that's the poor man's housethose kids are living in a poor mans housethey walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn outand come home in the evening to the poor mans housewhat are you chopping that wood forwhy are you growing that cornmama's sewing a brand new shirt and you're wearing the one that's torni guess it's for some one elses kid who wasn't born in a poor man'shousehey take a look at that houseeverybody we're living in a poor mans houseseems like everywhere we go they find us outfind out that we've been living in a poor mans house
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