Poor Man Blues
Written & Recorded by Jamey Johnson
Intro.: (D7)
(D) Rich mans got his picture (G) on the cover of magazine
(D) There's a pampered life with a trophy wife (A) and his long black limousines
(D) Got all the money in the whole wide world (G) and toys hell never use
But he (C)don't know a (G)damn thing bout when a poor man (F)gets the (D)bluesstyle='font-size:1px;color:#ffffff;'>
(D) Rich man thinks his shoes are made (G) to walk wherever he wants
(D) From the top of all them high rise buildings (A) to the bottom of the honky-tonks
(D) Hell step on everything in between (G) but he wont walk a mile in my shoes
And (C)he don't know a (G)damn thing bout when a poor man (F)gets the (D)blues
(Chorus)
He (C)thinks his money rules the world and (G)he don't (F)give a damn (D)
'Bout a (D)low class backwoods country boy from (A)deep south Alabama (C)
He uses (D)folks like me just to keep (Bm)his (C)sorry (G)ass a-(D)mused
Well (C)son, you better (G)watch your back when a poor man (F) gets the blues (D)
(D) Rich man waltzed right into her life, (G) swept her off her feet
(D) For all his fame and fortune, Lord (A)knows I couldn't compete
(D) When he took her love away from me, (G) I had nothing else to lose
(C) So I taught that rich man (G)just what happens when a poor man (F)gets the blues (D)
(Chorus)
(C) He thinks his money rules the world and (G)he don't (F)give a damn (D)
'Bout a low class backwoods country boy from (A)deep south Alabama (C)
He uses (D)folks like me just to keep (Bm)his (C)sorry (G)ass a-(D)mused
Well (C)son, you'd better (G)watch your back when a poor man (F)gets the (D)blues
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