Poor Man’s Pride Songtext
von Catherine Britt

Daddy had a chance to go
Take a factory job in Ohio
They offered him a decent dime
To leave Kentucky far behind
Well, I cussed him when he turned ′em down
To stand and farm tobacco ground
Tobacco growin' ain′t no life
For seven kids and a poor man's wife

Money does not mean a thing
When you dream a farmer's dream
He could not toe that bottom line
Sometimes I curse that poor man′s pride
Curse that poor man′s pride


Now Daddy was a gamblin' man
He gambled on tobacco land
Bet your life every spring
To see what harvest time would bring
Could be drought, could be flood
The rollin′ dice was in his blood
No matter how it all went down
He's just as stubborn as that ground

Money does not mean a thing
When you dream a farmer′s dream
He could not toe that bottom line
Sometimes I curse that poor man's pride
Curse that poor man′s pride

It finally drove him in the ground
Broke his back and put him down
Poor and proud is how he died
Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride