Rich man's got his picture on the cover of a magazine There's a pampered life with a trophy wife and his long black limosines 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 honkytonks 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'd 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 nothin' else to lose So I taught 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'd better watch your back when a poor man gets the blues