In my money, i was at home To the beggar, i was so cold In my pockets, all that i could hold As i left here, this was all i was told... Well, i get a dime for all of my good A nickel for all that i could And a quarter for all i said i would And i was left poor, poor, poor Oh my, how poor As a thinker, i was so loud In my wisdom, i was profound As i left here, this was the sound... Well, i get a dime for all of my good A nickel for all that i could And a quarter for all i said i would And i was left poor, poor, poor Oh my, how poor Oh my Lord By my own way, i felt very near When it shook me, this was all I could hear...