Poor, like us?
I see the sun’s a’risin I hear horses on the tracks
I see money hungry wolves with dollars burnt on their backs
They’re beating on their wallets, they’re placing loose bets but I bet they don’t sleep when laying on their necks.
They are Burning Carolina
They’re burning In Tennessee
They’re smoking down In Georgia
I miss my Old Kentucky Where I feel blue music I know the tall tales I was lost and broken On a bourbon trail
Are you poor, like me?
I hear a bell a’ringin It’s the anthem of greed It’s chiming ever louder
It’s calling gambling deeds. But they just keep waiting For that flag to drop so they can burn their money and still sit at the top.
They are Burning Carolina
They’re burning In Tennessee
They’re smoking down In Georgia
I miss my Old Kentucky where I feel blue music I know the tall tales I was lost and broken on a bourbon trail
Are you poor, like me?
We are not so lonely here below the rise. We might be shady but the sun’s not in our eyes.
At least we knew the difference Between want and need
They may look down on us but we still have dignity
We are Burning Carolina
We’re burning In Tennessee
We’re smoking down In Georgia
We miss our Old Kentucky where we feel blue music we know the tall tales we were lost and broken on a bourbon trail
Are you poor, like us?
©shadowhossmusic.2015 Jeremy S. Holt
