CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Poor Man’s House
You know you've done enough when every bone is sore
You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more
You know you're coming to some kind of understanding
When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing
Mama says God tends to every little skinny sheep
So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to God's ears than a poor man's sorrow
Your daddy's poor today and he'll be poor tomorrow
Hey that's the poor man's house
Everybody get a look at the poor man's house
Evеrywhere they wеnt before must have turned them out
And now they're living in a poor man's house
There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven
They've got a lot of wine and fish up there
And the bread's unleavened
They've got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack
Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs
Daddy's been working too hard for days and days
And doesn't eat
He doesn't say much but I think this time it's got him beat
It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever
Your daddy's poor today and he'll be poor forever
Hey that's the poor man's house
Those kids are living in a poor man's house
They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out
And come home in the evening to a poor man's house
What are you chopping that wood for?
Why are you growing that corn?
Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and
You're wearing the one that's torn and
I guess it's for some one else's kid who wasn't born
In a poor man's house
A poor man's house
Hey take a look at that house
Everybody we're living in a poor man's house
Seems like everywhere we go they find us out
Find out we've been living in a poor man's house
You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more
You know you're coming to some kind of understanding
When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing
Mama says God tends to every little skinny sheep
So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to God's ears than a poor man's sorrow
Your daddy's poor today and he'll be poor tomorrow
Hey that's the poor man's house
Everybody get a look at the poor man's house
Evеrywhere they wеnt before must have turned them out
And now they're living in a poor man's house
There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven
They've got a lot of wine and fish up there
And the bread's unleavened
They've got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack
Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs
Daddy's been working too hard for days and days
And doesn't eat
He doesn't say much but I think this time it's got him beat
It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever
Your daddy's poor today and he'll be poor forever
Hey that's the poor man's house
Those kids are living in a poor man's house
They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out
And come home in the evening to a poor man's house
What are you chopping that wood for?
Why are you growing that corn?
Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and
You're wearing the one that's torn and
I guess it's for some one else's kid who wasn't born
In a poor man's house
A poor man's house
Hey take a look at that house
Everybody we're living in a poor man's house
Seems like everywhere we go they find us out
Find out we've been living in a poor man's house
