Jamey Johnson - Poor Man Blues Lyrics

Rich man's got his picture
On the cover of a magazine
Lives a pampered life with a trophy wife
And his long black limosines
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

Rich man thinks his shoes are made
To walk wherever he wants
From the top of all them high rise buildings
To the bottom of the honkytonks
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

He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
'Bout a low class back woods country boy
From deep south Alabam
He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you'd better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues

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 nothin' else to lose
So I taught that rich man just what happens When a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
'Bout a low class back woods country boy
From deep south Alabam
He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you'd better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues