David Lindley - How Can A Poor Man Face Such Times And Live lyrics

(Alfred Reed) I remember a time when every thing was cheap Now prices nearly puts a man to sleep Well, when we get our grocery bill We feel like making our will Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!" Well, all he gives is a humbug pill Dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole Now, we can hardly get our breath Taxed and schooled and preached to d**h Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?