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Poor Folks Town

The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich

My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Country Gentleman

Country gentleman walked a crooked mile,
Got our money in his pocket.
Did it all with a very handsome smile.
Now, he's livin' it up in a great big office.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-goona help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
Country gentleman, we see him on T.V.,
Glad handin' folks and chattin' to the nation.
We never knew what really to believe.
Just word upon slogan with emotional connection.
Chorus:
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
And in the papers all we'd ever read is
So and so big-shot signed his resignation.
Now, country gentleman he wants us to believe
That he's kind and honest with the best intentions.
Chorus
Country gentleman, now there's a bird that flew
High above his nation, prayed on its weakness.
Picked our bones and threw it in his stew.
Thank God he went back to California.
Chorus

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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What It Is They Do

Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whats This World Comin To?

Why cant folks get along with one another
It was jesus said you got to love your brother
No one seems to notice all the evil in the air
No one seems to really give a damn if it is there
Oh, whats this world comin to
Hope for love, come on through, come on through
People finally get themselves together
Makin life - ooh - a whole lot better
Yeah, yeah
Some folks got a lot, and some are hungry
Well I said some folks have to live from day to day
Rich folks spend their time just countin money
Poor folks really aint got much to say
Whats this world comin to
Hope for love, come on through, come on through
I said now people finally get themselves together
Makin life - ooh - a whole lot better
Yeah, yeah
Whats this world
Comin to
Whats this world
Comin to
Whats this world
Comin to
Whats this world
Comin to
Whats this world
Comin to
Whats this world
Comin to
Oh people got to get their things together
Aint no time to lose just time to die
All of us can make this world a better place to be
All of us can feel how good it feels to be free
Woah, whats this world comin to
Hope for love, come on through, me and you
People got to get it together
Makin life - ooh - a whole lot better

song performed by by Chicago
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Robert

Roberts appearance is something to behold
Dressed in the finest of store bought clothes
My mamma sews my clothes cause Im just a poor girl
But robert is as real as his daddies gold
Robert could have any girl that he wanted
But his feelings for me each day seems to grow
He dont know the reason, that hes so drawn to me
But there is a story that robert doesnt know
Oh robert
Oh robert
Robert is constantly making eyes at me
He misunderstands the feelings we share
Theres no way that I can return his glances
But I know the meaning of the feeling thats there
Robert if you knew, there once was a rich boy
In love with a poor girl, long time ago
But the folks of that rich boy, would not let them marry
And I am a symbol of the love that they stole
Oh robert
Oh robert
Robert, oh robert if you only knew
The same blood is flowing in both me and you
That rich boys your father,but hes also mine
And my mammas the poor girl that he left behind
Oh robert
Oh robert

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Labels!

they call us poor white folks
'white trash'....
they call poor black folks
'niggers'....
they call poor Hispanic folks
all kinds of names,
'illegal' being the worst!

labels...
people who have too much
at the expense of the rest of us...
well insulated ignorance...
hatreds, that begin with hatred
of the self!

we're not labels!
we're just folks....
breathing, working, dreaming,
trying, doing the best we can....
we deserve the dignity
of being treated as human beings....

labels... hell no!
i'm not your boy, not your slave,
not your inferior...
i am human!
treat me as such!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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If i were a rich biatch!

If i was rich,
i'd buy lots of things,
glitzy bits,
and diamond rings,
there would be,
no money rashings,
i'd have to follow,
the trendy fashions,
i'd eat out in expensive places,
and you would still see,
the same old wasters,
if i were rich,
i'd have no money worries,
i would get down to the shops in a hurry,
but i'm not rich,
and i never will be,
i work hard for my money,
and that is me!

poor or rich?
i can't choose which,
but i will never be a rich biatch! !

poem by Emma Jane Rae
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Money In The Ghetto

Verse one:
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Cant get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto theres a good life
We aint starvin like marvin and wont see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but dont know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And hes sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean dont roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus:
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(its money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse two:
Money in the ghetto aint nothin new
Its been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate city for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to icebergs land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man aint funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it aint all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is dont get caught
Unless ya hustle aint breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
Were sittin on it phat in the hood
Im ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and its potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
Its money in the ghetto
-chorus-
Verse three:
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause short dawg aint nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if I bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of george washington
Make money baby dats all I do
Dats how I know thomas jefferson is on the two
Abraham lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
Im on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
-chorus-

song performed by by Too Short
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The American Declaration of Co-Dependence

The rich need the less rich
to oil their lives like soundless hinges
and do the jobs they would not want to do.

The poor need the less poor
to make the jobs for them to do

While those in the middle
have aspirations; work hard;
love their kids; and sometimes
feel warm glow of gratitude
for being safe and middling.

Then when times are tough…
perhaps it’s time for charity
and co-dependence
and some noble human impulse
that’s social without the ’ism
that scares the hell out of some folks

so don’t take it out
on the President;
America is you.

Co-dependence.
Like when they first
came off the boat
that passed the Statue
with a cry of hope
in many colours.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Money Talks

Money talks
While the time walks.
Money warms up your desires.
while everything else goes.
We forget to live.
while trying to pick up too much 'rose'!
so survive folks,
Lets do over time works,
To ride of falls
Dont get mad folks.
This is how the things works.
money opens closed locks.
No one cares how u doing
If u dont have enough'dolls'!
So wake up early every morning
so ur brain works.
Just Because in this world the money talks.
Work enough and you'll find opened doors.
You'll have farms even horses.
Big shining cars and huge houses.
But when the winter comes and the green falls.
The rain sweeps away the golden 'roses'.
When the white snow falls
No one has the chance to the better choice,
All ends up in the same place poor or rich then the money walks.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Start The Car

Well I'm tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace
Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race
I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown
And walkin' slow and talkin' low
I'm tired of goin' down...and down, and down
Yeah!
Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
It's been a long, hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car
Well, started out for paradise, ain't no promised land
This ain't no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man
There's people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news
My love is livin' up on the hill, singin' the white boy blues
Whoa yeah!
Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
There's somethin' more
Start the car
Oh, yeah!
Well, goin' out with dignity, goin' out with style
We'll lay down that hammer baby and make our own road, across the miles
Cause I can't take this town, one more day baby, yeah!
Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
There's gotta be somethin' more
Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
It's been a long, hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car
Yeah! Start the car baby...yeah!
Uh uh...Ah baby
Start the car
Hoo...Start the car baby
Well, come on baby start the car
Whoa...

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Old Folks

The old folks dont talk much
They talk so slowly when they do
They are rich they are poor
Their illusions are gone
They share one heart for to
Their homes all smell of tyme
Of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town
You live so far away
When youve lived to long
Have they laughed to much
Do their dry voices crack
Talking of things gone by
Have they cried to much
A tear or two still always seems
To cloud the eye
They tremble as they watch the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you
The old folks dream no more
Their books have gone to sleep
The pianos out of tune
The little cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a sunday afternoon
The old folks move no more
Their world become to small
Their bodies feel like lead
They might look out a window
Or else sit it a chair
Or else they stay in bed
And if they still go out
Arm and arm, arm and arm
In the mornings chill
Its to have a good cry
To say their last goodbye
To one whose older still
And then they go home
To the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock so so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you
The old folks never die
They just put down their heads
And go to sleep one day
They will hold each others hands
Like children in the dark
But one will get lost anyway
And the other will remain
Just sitting in a room
Which makes no sound
It doesnt matter now
The song has died away
And echos all around
Youll see them as they walk
Through the sun filled parks
Where children run and play
It hurst to much to smile
It hurts so much
But life goes on for still another day
As they try to escape the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you
The old old silver clock
Thats hanging on the wall
That waits for us all

song performed by by John Denver
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Who Needs Money

(a duet with ray walker)
(words & music by randy starr)
Im on the right track for lots of kissin
So that old greenback, I wont be missin
All the greatest things in life are free
Who needs money, not me
Cash or credit, it doesnt matter
Long as my bank books keep growin fatter
Easy street is my favorite avenue
Who needs money, I do
Just pity all those millionaires they never can relax
Because theyre always worryin about their income tax
Why waste time on high financin, Id rather spend it on good romancin
What if my pockets are empty as can be
Who needs money, not me
Tell me about it
Some folks save it, some folks lend it
But as for me I want to spend it
Give me some green and my skies will be blue
Who needs money, I do
Stocks and bonds, they only bore me
Interest holds no interest for me
Who wants to sit in the lap of luxury
Who needs money, not me
When I go to bed at night instead of counting sheep
I start counting dollar bills and then I fall asleep
Making money never thrills me
Its making love that really kills me
What can I lose with my philosophy
Who needs money, not me
What do you want
I want a big yacht, I can cruise in
The kind that girls just cant refuse in
All it takes is a million or two
Who needs money, I do
Any time some gal starts flirtin
Now that Im broke I know for certain
She really digs my personality
Tell me, who needs money not me
Povertys the only thing that money cannot buy
So rich or poor it pays to have m-o-n-e-y
A gal whos tender, thats what I love
Its legal tender, I want a pile of
Just let my liquid assets overflow
You cant take it with you when you go
So, who needs money
That lovely, lovely money
Who needs money, not me

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Rich In Our Own World

We are rich in our own world
and far richer than you think,
we are rich love and caring
from our family and friends.
We are rich in what we give
our wisdom and our laughter
that we share with everyone.
We are rich for all sorts of reasons
and none of them includes money.
If you think, you are poor,
forget it and think again.
Think of all the things you have
and you will be surprised to find
you are far richer than you think.
You are rich in your own world
with everything you have
and they are far richer than
anything money can bring.

14 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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C'est La Vie

(chuck berry)
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With t.v. dimmers and ginger ale
But when pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rockin' rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney
T'was a cherry-red fifty nine
They drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that pierre
Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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(You Never Can Tell) C'est Lavie

(Chuck Berry)
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With T.V. dimmers and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rockin' rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
they bought a souped-up jitney
T'was a cherry-red fifty nine
They drove it down to New Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre
Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Poor Little Rich Girl

You say youre gonna testify
Lie away, lie away
So youre gonna gun me down
Go ahead, fire away
You say youll
Bring the curtain down
Turn around, walk away
Youre gonna close
This theatre down
Go ahead, stop the play
Your money talks
You pull the strings
Someone waits in the wings
You flick the switch, the dancer falls
You deal the cards
The dealer calls in your game
Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
Its a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings
You say youre gonna
Leave this town, fly away, fly away
So you gonna
Shoot me down, go ahead
Your money burns
Your money stings
Another song that no one sings
Another script left on the floor
Another face is shown the door
In your game
Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
Its a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings
In the game, poor little rich girl
Its easy come, its easy go
Its a shame, poor little rich girl
You lock the door, close the show
Its a game

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Every Day People

Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my songs
A butcher, a banker, Jack Irons on drums
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people
Then it's the blue ones who can't accept
The green ones for living with
The black ones tryin' to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We gotta live together
I am no better and neither are you
We're all the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me
You know me and then
Still can't figure out the scene I'm in
I am everyday people
Then it's the new man
That doesn't like the short man
For being such a rich one
That will not help the poor one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't
Accept the black one
That won't accept the red one
That won't accept the white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and
Scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
I am everyday people

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Money, Money

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

song performed by by ABBA
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Livin For Love

Written by natalie cole
Who do you love when your heart has had enough
And its just another lie, and all you can do is cry
Where can you go when youre left with just too much
And its more than you can take, gotta find another way
cause weve all been there before and our hearts keep wanting more
But no matter how Im beat down, broke down, tore down, wore down
Fed up, messed up, I still get up Im gonna keep on
(livin for love) no one can stop me from (livin for love) hey, hey, hey
(livin for love) who do you trust when youve given all youve got
And theres nothing left inside but another damn goodbye
Hey, how do you know if its just another night
And youre heart wont be betrayed then you face another day
cause weve all been there before and our hearts keep wanting more
But no matter how Im beat down, broke down, tore down, wore down
Fed up, messed up, I still get up (livin for love) cause Im livin for love
(livin for love) no one can stop me from
(livin for love) no one can hold me from (livin for love) Im livin
(livin for love) Im livin for love (livin for love) oh, yes, I am, are you
(livin for love) because Im livin for love yall
Jacked up, backed up, cracked up, fed up, talked up, messed up, I still get up
cause Im livin for love, ooh, ooh (livin for love, livin) livin
(livin for love, livin for love) no on can stop me from
(livin for love, livin) uh huh Im gonna keep (livin for love, livin for love)
But no matter how Im beat down, broke down, tore down, wore down
Fed up, messed up, I still get up (livin for love) sha da da da da
(livin for love) whoa whoa whoa whoa (livin for love) no one can stop me
(livin for love)i may be tore down, wore down
Fed up, messed up, backed up(livin for love)
Stepped on, splattered on (livin for love for love)
I may be broke down and beat down and tore down and wore down
And fed up, and messed up but its all right and you can kiss my
(livin for love) because Im livin for love yall
Never gonna give up, no

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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