.Hush up, honey, donât you cry
Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by
And there ainât a thing for a poor man
In this world
Work through the winter, work through the spring
Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain
And there ainât a thing for a po.
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