Poor Mans House — текст песни (Patty Griffin)

You know youve done enough when every bone is sore

You know youve prayed enough when you dont ask any more

You know youre coming to some kind of understanding

When every dream youve dreamed has passed and youre 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 gods ears than a poor mans sorrow

Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow



Hey thats the poor mans house

Everybody get a look at the poor mans house

Everywhere they went before must have turned them out

And now theyre living in a poor mans house



Theres nothing like poverty to get you into heaven

They got a lot of wine and fish up there

And the breads unleavened

They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack

Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs

Daddys been working too much for days and days

He doesnt eat

He never says much but I think this time its got him beat

It isnt that he isnt strong or kind or clever

Your daddys poor today

And he will be poor forever



Tey thats the poor mans house

Those kids are living in a poor mans house

They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out

And come home in the evening to the poor mans house



What are you chopping that wood for

Why are you growing that corn

Mamas sewing a brand new shirt and

Youre wearing the one thats torn

I guess its for some one elses kid who wasnt born

In a poor mans house



Hey take a look at that house

Everybody were living in a poor mans house

Seems like everywhere we go they find us out

Find out that weve been living in a poor mans house