Carpenter & Clerk - Poor Folks

Poor folks
Clean the rich folk's floor so
They can't afford to go home
Til they get those floors soaked with
Water and the red soap
Stains your hand and you hope
You never end up dead broke
Livin' where you stand

Rich folks
They tell us that the poor folks
Can't afford the high hopes of
Havin' all the land so
They take it from the old folks
Turn it into gold boats
Float around like old soaks
Takin' all they can

You can't tell me not to
You can't tell me not to cause I can
You can't tell me not to
You can't tell me not to cause I can

I'm a big fan
I really think that you can
Do anything you want, man
All you need are big hands
Money and a suntan
Family you hate and
A willingness to command
Anyone who listens
Tell 'em that it's all good
Tell 'em that they all should
Do whatever you would
Do to get ahead

You don't have to tell me
You don't have to tell me not to
You don't have to tell me
You don't have to tell me not to

Written by:
Scott Currie

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