T.W. Cargile - Poor Man Blues lyrics

[Verse 1] A rich man's got his picture On the cover of a magazine Lives a pampered life with a trophy wife And his long black limousines He's got all the money in the whole wide world And toys he'll never use But he don't know a damn thing 'Bout when a poor man gets the blues [Verse 2] A rich man thinks his shoes were made To walk wherever he wants From the top of all them high-rise buildings To the bottom of the honky-tonks He'll step on everything in between But he won't walk a mile in my shoes And he don't know a damn thing 'Bout when a poor man gets the blues [Chorus] He thinks his money rules the world And he don't give a damn About a low cla** backwoods country boy From deep South Alabam' He uses folks like me Just to keep his sorry a** amused Well son, you'd better watch your back When a poor man gets the blues [Verse 3] A rich man waltzed right into her life Swept her off her feet For all his fame and his fortune Lord knows I couldn't compete When he took her love away from me I had nothing else to lose So I taught that rich man just what happens When a poor man gets the blues [Chorus] He thinks his money rules the world And he don't give a damn About a low cla** backwoods country boy From deep South Alabam' He uses folks like me Just to keep his sorry a** amused Well son, you'd better watch your back When a poor man gets the blues