A rich mans got his picture on the cover of a magazine
Lives a pampered life with his trophy wife
And his long black limousines
He's got all the money in the whole wide world
And toys he'll never use
But he don't know a damn thing
'Bout when a poor man gets the blues

Rich man thinks his shoes are made
To walk wherever he wants
From the top of all them high rise
Buildings to the bottom of the honky tonks
He'll step on everything in between
But he won't walk a mile in my shoes
And he don't know a damn thing
'Bout when a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
Bout a low class, backwoods,
Country boy from deep south Alabam'
He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues

Rich man waltzed right into her life
Swept her off her feet
For all his fame and his fortune
Lord knows I couldn't compete
When he took her love away from me
I had nothing elsew to lose
But I told that rich man just what happens
When a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world
And he don't give a damn
'Bout a low class, backwoods,
Country boy from deep south Alabam'
He uses folks like me
Just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you better watch your back
When a poor man gets the blues

Writer : JOHNSON, JAMEY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing