I’m just a poor boy Beat down by the sun And I work for the man over there Behind the barrel of his gun He’s got his money And he’s got his power And he’s got that gun So I’m here in the sun Working by the hour
Because I’ve got no money And I’ve got no gun I’m burnt by the sun
You know my Daddy He’s a working man And he swung a hammer Until it broke his hand He loves his Woman Two daughters and son And he fed his family Working for the man with the gun
Because he loves his Woman And he has no gun He’s burnt by the sun
We’ve got no money But we’ve got our love We’ve got no money But we’ve got our love
We’ve got our love But we’ve got no guns So we’re burnt by the sun