I worked all the wintertime
I worked through the spring
I planted my corn and 'taters
They're putting ring
There not a thing for a poor man in this world
I stood on that hillside
I looked at the sky
Lord, I said what makes you let it get so dry
There not a thing for a poor man in this world
I got down on my knees
For rain, I thought I'd pray
Along come a great big flood
Washed everything away
There not a thing for a poor man in this world
Hush up honey
Now don't you cry
Thing's are gonna get better by and by
There ain't a thing for a poor man in this world, whatever
I worked all that summer
I worked all that fall
Lord I spent Christmas in a pair of overalls
There ain't a thing for a poor man in this world