Catherine Britt - Poor Man s Pride lyrics

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<b>Poor Man's Pride</b> by <i>Catherine Britt</i><br />addy had a chance to go

Take a factory jon in Ohio

The offered him a decent dime

To leave Kentucky far behind

Well, I cussed him when he turned em down

Standing farm, tobacco ground

Tobacco growing ain't no life

For seven kids and a poor man's wife

Money does not mean a thing

When you dream a farmer's dream

He could not toe that bottom line

Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride

Cursed that poor man's pride

Now Daddy was a gambling man

He gambled on tobacco land

Bet your life every spring

To see what harvest time would bring

Could be drought, could be flood

Rolling dice was in his blood

No matter how it all went down

He's just as stubborn as that ground

Money does not mean a thing

When you dream a farmer's dream

He could not toe that bottom line

Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride

Cursed that poor man's pride

Well, it finally drove him in the ground

Broke his back and put him down

Poor and proud is how he died

Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride