Poor Man Blues Lyrics

Rich man's got his picture On the cover of a magazine Leads a pampered life with a trophy wife And his long black limousines
He's got all the money in the whole wide world And toys he'll never use But he don't know a damn thing 'Bout when a poor man gets the blues
Rich man thinks his shoes were made To walk wherever he wants From the top of all them high-rise buildings To the bottom of the honky-tonks
He used [Incomprehensible] everything in between But he won't walk a mile in my shoes And he don't know a damn thing 'Bout when a poor man gets the blues
He thinks his money rules the world And he don't give a damn 'Bout a low class backward country boy From deep South Alabama
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/poor-man-blues-lyrics-jamey-johnson.html ] He uses folks like me Just to keep his sorry ass amused But son, you'd better watch your back When a poor man gets the blues
A rich man waltzed right into her life Swept her off her feet For all his fame and his fortune Lord knows I couldn't compete
When he took her love away from me I had nothing else to lose So I taught that rich man just what happens When a poor man gets the blues
He thinks his money rules the world And he don't give a damn 'Bout a low class backward country boy From deep South Alabama
He uses folks like me Just to keep his sorry ass amused Well son, you'd better watch your back When a poor man gets the blues