You know you´ve done enough when every bone is sore
You know you´ve prayed enough when you don´t ask any more
You know you´re coming to some kind of understanding
When every dream you´ve dreamed has passed and you´re still standing
Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep
So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to god´s ears than a poor mans sorrow
Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow

Hey that´s the poor man´s house
Everybody get a look at the poor man´s house
Everywhere they went before must have turned them out
And now they´re living in a poor man´s house

There´s nothing like poverty to get you into heaven
They got a lot of wine and fish up there
And the bread´s unleavened
They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack
Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs
Daddy´s been working too much for days and days
He doesn´t eat
He never says much but I think this time it´s got him beat
It isn´t that he isn´t strong or kind or clever
Your daddy´s poor today
And he will be poor forever

Tey that´s the poor man´s house
Those kids are living in a poor man´s house
They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out
And come home in the evening to the poor man´s house

What are you chopping that wood for
Why are you growing that corn
Mama´s sewing a brand new shirt and
You´re wearing the one that´s torn
I guess it´s for some one elses kid who wasn´t born
In a poor man´s house

Hey take a look at that house
Everybody we´re living in a poor man´s house
Seems like everywhere we go they find us out
Find out that we´ve been living in a poor man´s house