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Poor House - Dustin Welch



     
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Poor House Lyrics


You walk in, half past nine
Lookin' like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obsceneWoman, I've tried so hard
Just to do my best
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the restUp all day, down all night
Working on the job
Everything I do is wrong
I always end up rightWoman, I tried so hard
Done all I can do
They're gonna put me in the poor house
Keep all the best for youOoo in the poor house
Oh, hit it
Ooo in the poor house, ohIf I drove a pulpwood truck
Would you love me more?
Will you bring me diamonds
And hang around my door?Woman, I've done my best

There ain't much left for me
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And throw away the keyIn the poor house
Ooo in the poor houseYou walk in, half past nine
Lookin' like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obsceneWoman I've tried so hard
Just to do my best
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the restIn the poor house
Ooo in the poor house
In the poor house
Ooo in the poor house

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Dustin Welch was born on a cold Winter Solstice in a haunted plantation house on the grounds of a Tennessee horse farm. His birthroom was heated by a red-hot $80 tin stove that burned whatever deadwood trees his dad could drag out of the woods by tractor and chains. He was the first born son of a first born son. His mother was the daughter of an Indian Princess, and the grand-daughter of one of the last living original members of the Osage Tribe. That very night his father made a silent promise, a sacred promise, that the boy would have a mandolin on his fifth birthday.

Read more about Dustin Welch on Last.fm.


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