Текст песни 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... I just got tired of being poor