That I stole from Jesse Walker's country store
A penny seperated me from chosen sights with honesty
I just got tired of being poor.
I remember Willie Jackson laughing
And talking bout the ragged clothes I wore
That's when Willie gotta taste of all my nuckles in his face
I just got tired of being poor.
Some folks eat their supper of the silver
And the only world they ever know is wealth
But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls
This prison is the doin's of myself.
Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three
I broke the lock on one too many doors
My hungry hands would not behate
When they got close to things they create
I just got tired of being poor.
Some folks eat their supper of the silver
And the only world they ever know is wealth
But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls
This prison is the doin's of myself.
I just got tired of being poor...
My life of trouble goes back to the candy That I stole from Jesse Walker's country store A penny seperated me from chosen sights with honesty I just got tired of being poor. I remember Willie Jackson laughing And talking bout the ragged clothes I wore That's when Willie gotta taste of all my nuckles in his face I just got tired of being poor. Some folks eat their supper of the silver And the only world they ever know is wealth But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls This prison is the doin's of myself. Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three I broke the lock on one too many doors My hungry hands would not behate When they got close to things they create I just got tired of being poor. Some folks eat their supper of the silver And the only world they ever know is wealth But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls This prison is the doin's of myself. I just got tired of being poor... Explain Request ×
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