Poor House Songtext
von The Traveling Wilburys

You walked in, half past nine
Lookin′ like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene

Woman, I've tried so hard
Just to do my best
They′re gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the rest

Up all day, down all night
Workin' on the job
Everything I do is wrong
I always end up robbed

Woman I try so hard
Done all I can do
They′re gonna put me in the poor house
Keep all the best for you

(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house) Aw, hit it
(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house) Whoa


If a drove pulpwood truck
Would you love me more
Will you bring me diamonds
And hang around my door

Woman, I′ve done my best
There ain't much left for me
They′re gonna put me in the poor house
And throw away the key

(In the poor house)
(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house)

You walked in, half past nine
Lookin' like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene

Woman, I′ve tried so hard
Just to do my best
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And you′ll take all the rest

(In the poor house)
(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house)
(In the poor house)
(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house)