Catherine Britt Poor Mans Pride lyrics
Artist
Catherine Britt
Album
Too Far Gone (by Catherine Britt)
Song
Poor Mans 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 aint no life
For seven kids and a poor mans wife
Money does not mean a thing
When you dream a farmers dream
He could not toe that bottom line
Sometimes I cursed that poor mans pride
Cursed that poor mans 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
Hes just as stubborn as that ground
Money does not mean a thing
When you dream a farmers dream
He could not toe that bottom line
Sometimes I cursed that poor mans pride
Cursed that poor mans 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 mans pride
Date Added
2007-02-09
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