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Up every morning with the sun
I work all day till the evening comes
Blisters and corns all in my hands
Lord, have mercy on a working manI guess I'm gonna die just like Im living
In povertyMy pay goes down and my tax goes up
I drink my tea from a broken cup
Between my woman and Uncle Sam
I can't figure out whose fool I amI guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living
In povertyOh Lord, it's so hard but it's fair
Everybody talks but nobody really cares, LordI can't save a dime, can't buy me one cent
I pay my bills, I can't pay my rent
The old lady's fussing and the kids are crying
They won't let me join the welfare lineI guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living
In povertyThey say theres one poverty
They say it's going around now
But all I need is people, oh Lord
They're trying to keep you down now, ohPoverty, that's where I'm gonna stay now
Oh Lord, it seems thats where Im gonna stay

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Roomful of Blues is an American horn-driven musical ensemble that plays jump blues. The group was formed in Westerly, Rhode Island in 1967, by guitarist Duke Robillard and pianist Al Copley. Since then, the band has been continually touring and recording.They are currently signed with the Alligator record label. Throughout four decades of continuous touring and recording, the band's line-up has experienced many changes. It is said that more than 50 musicians have played in the band. Alumni (who may rejoin, from time to time) of the band include:

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