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Thread #19837   Message #3501354
Posted By: Jim Dixon
10-Apr-13 - 07:58 AM
Thread Name: ADD: Poor Man's Heaven
Subject: Lyr Add: POOR MAN'S HEAVEN (Carson Robison et al.)
POOR MAN'S HEAVEN
As sung by Bud Billings, Carson Robison, and Frank Luther on "Poor Man's Heaven: Blues and Tales of the Great Depression"

Now, friends, gather near; I want you to hear
A dream that I had last night:
There's a land o'er the sea for you and for me
Where we won't have to struggle and fight.
There's real feather beds where we'll lay our heads,
And a nice private room for each one.
There's shoes with soles, and pants without holes,
And no work up there to be done.
In Poor Man's Heaven, the land of the free,
There's nothin' up there but good luck.
There's strawberry pie that's twenty feet high,
And whipped cream they bring in a truck.

We'll own all the banks, and shoot all the cranks,
And we won't give a dern who we hurt,
And the millionaire's son won't have so much fun,
When we put him to shovelin' dirt.
We'll know how it feels in automobiles,
With a footman to open the door,
And folks that gets smart, we'll take 'em apart,
And spread 'em all over the floor.
In Poor Man's Heaven we'll run the whole place,
And we won't have nothin' to fear.
We'll eat all we please from ham-and-egg trees
That grow by a lake full of beer.

We'll live on champagne and ride on the train,
And sleep in the pullman at night,
And if someone should dare to ask for our fare,
We'll haul off and put out his light.
We'll take a night rail and open the jail,
And let all the poor men out quick,
And the sheriff's own mug we'll throw in the jug
And then throw the key in the crick.
In Poor Man's Heaven we'll have our own way,
No salt-pork and beans over there,
But we will be fed our breakfast in bed,
And served by a fat millionaire.

We won't need to yearn for money to burn,
'Cause we'll own a big money press.
We'll run 'er full speed and make all we need,
And light our cigars with the rest.
The landlords we'll take and tie to a stake,
And make 'em give back all our dough,
Then we'll let 'em sweat and learn what they get
When they go to that hot place below.
In Poor Man's Heaven we'll own our own home,
And we won't have to work like a slave,
Then we will be proud to sing right out loud,
"The land of the free and the brave!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmBTEnLhtKo