POOR MAN'S LAMENT

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Verse 1:

It’s a terrible thing, to be a rich son, and to never soil your hands.

There is a trial, a man should experience, well that’s a buck for an aching back

Oh A Poorman’s known that, Known that.

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Verse 2:

The day will come, when the good lord will take us, and for our sins we must pay.

Before we can come, to euphoria, a lot of sufferings gonna come our way.

Oh A Poorman’s known that, Known that.

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Bridge:

I have walked many a mile to get here.

And the road was often rocky.

Though I know, it’s not my time to go from here,

I keep on waiting, anticipating, for that time to draw near.

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Verse 3:

We live our lives, with no time to look back. No regrets can we take.    

We cut a path for the younger ones, to leave a claim we could not stake.

Oh A Poorman’s known that, Known that.

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Verse 4:

It’s a terrible thing, to be a rich son, and to never soil your hands.

There is a trial, a man should experience, and that’s a buck for an aching back

Oh A Poorman’s known that, Known that.

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Lyrics & Music by Mark Weisenburg