Catherine Britt - Poor Man's Pride lyrics

Daddy had a chance to go Take a factory jon in Ohio The offered him a decent dime To leave Kentucky far behind Well, I cussed him when he turned em down Standing farm, tobacco ground Tobacco growing ain't no life For seven kids and a poor man's wife Money does not mean a thing When you dream a farmer's dream He could not toe that bottom line Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride Cursed that poor man's pride Now Daddy was a gambling man He gambled on tobacco land Bet your life every spring To see what harvest time would bring Could be drought, could be flood Rolling dice was in his blood No matter how it all went down He's just as stubborn as that ground Money does not mean a thing When you dream a farmer's dream He could not toe that bottom line Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride Cursed that poor man's pride Well, it finally drove him in the ground Broke his back and put him down Poor and proud is how he died Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride