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FA
The urchins are writhing around in the mud
FA#
Like eels playing tag in a barrel
SIb SOLm
The old Sally Army plays mournful & sweet
REm SIb LA
As they play an old Christmasy carol
FA
The world is as dark as a black night in hell
FA#
What kind of place can this be?
SIb SOLm
Oh! People like hermit crabs run into doorways
REm
Fearing to say,
SIb LA7
"Do you feel as downtrodden as me?"
CHORUS
REm
Ting-a-ling ting-a-ling
LA7
The devil, he leans on your bell
SIb SOLm7 LA7
The future looks black as before
(A7)
And the sun never shines,
REm
The sun never shines on the poor!
The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate
And his house and his car and his women
The poor man he dreams of his one room estate
And his pay packet short by one shilling
The last penny falls through a hole in your jeans
Now ain't that the way when you're down?
Just walking in circles for the rest of your life
And feeling so low that your chin scrapes along
on the ground.
Now some of the people are poor in the purse
They don't have the cash at the ready
And some of the people they're crippled and lame
They can never stand up true and steady
And some of the people are poor in the head
Like the simpleton fools that you see
But most of the people are poor in the heart
That's the worst kind of poor,
That's the worst kind of poor you can be!
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