Poor House
Orphan child ain’t got no one to love
Angels cry in Heaven above
Hell’s bells and buckets of blood
Shovels brake the cold hard ground
You ain’t never heard such a lonesome sound
Pray, tell me Lord what have they found
When her momma’s singing sweet and low
She tells the bitter winds to blow
And I know I’ll always be alone
Every night I go to town
Blow for blow, and pound for pound
C’mon pass that bottle round
We’re bound to bring the poor house down
Into this wicked world she’s cast
Paying for someone else’s past
I won’t lie if you don’t ask
In the distance there’s a rumbling train
The whistle wailing through the rain
Just give me whiskey for my pain
Send shivers up the devils spine
The moon is shining through the pines
Like pennies from a dead man’s eyes
Every night I go to town…
Heading back to them lonesome hills
Now I know just how they feel
One more drink and I’ve had my fill
` Every night I go to town…
