My life with trouble goes back to the candy That I stole from Jessie Walker's country store A penny seperated me from choosing sides with honesty And I just got tired of being poor. Some folks eat their supper off of silver And the only world they'll ever know is wealth But I can't blame the rich folks for these big stone walls This prison is the doings of myself. Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three I broke the lock on one to many doors My hungry hands would not behave When they got close to things they crave I just got tired of bein' poor. --- Instrumental --- I remember Willie Jack who laughed at me And the talking about the ragged clothes I wore That's when Willie got a taste of all knuckles in his face I just got tired of bein' poor. Some folks eat their supper off of silver And the only world they'll ever know is wealth But I can't blame the rich folks for these big stone walls This prison is the doings of myself. Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three I broke the lock on one to many doors My hungry hands would not behave When they got close to things they crave I just got tired of bein' poor. I just got tired of bein' poor...
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