Poor Man's Heaven (Remastered 2003)

歌詞

Now friends gather near, I want you to hear A dream that I had last night There's a land o'er the sea for you and for me Where we won't have to struggle and fight There's real feather beds where we lay our heads And a nice private room for each one There's shoes with soles and pants without holes And no work up there to be done In Poor Man's Heaven, the land of the free There's nothing up there but good luck There's strawberry pie that's twenty feet high And whipped cream they bring in a truck We'll own all the banks and shoot all the cranks And we won't give a durn who we hurt And the millionaire's son won't have so much fun When we put him to shovelling dirt We'll know how it feels in automobiles With a footman to open the door And folks that get smart, we'll take them apart And spread them all over the floor In Poor Man's Heaven, we'll run the whole place And we won't have nothing to fear We'll eat all we please, from ham and egg trees That grow by a lake full of beer We'll live on champagne and ride on the train And sleep in the Pullman at night And if someone should dare to ask for our fare We'll haul off and put out his lights We'll take a hand rail and open the jail And let all the poor men out quick And the sheriff's own mug we'll throw in the jug And then throw the key in the creek In Poor Man's Heaven we'll have our own way No salt pork and beans over there But we will be fed our breakfast in bed And served by a fat millionaire We won't need to yearn for money to burn 'Cause we'll own a big money press We'll run her full speed, and make all we need And light our cigars with the rest The landlords we'll take and tie to a stake And make 'em give back all our dough Then we'll let them sweat, and learn what they get When they go to that hot place below In Poor Man's Heaven we'll own our own home And we won't have to work like a slave Then we will be proud to sing right out loud The land of the free and the brave