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  1. Poor Folk

From the album The Compilation Album

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Linda Faye's mama came from a large, poor family in Oklahoma. She said they had cornmeal mush every morning when they were lucky enough to get it.
Later in life, when she was able to set a full table, she would sometimes softly say, "I wonder what the poor folk are eating tonight..."

Lyrics

Poor Folk by Linda Faye Carson

Sliding fast, sinking low
Never sure which way to go
Work all day; I’m still so poor
Can’t run a tab at the general store
Sometimes when I wake up I’m so tired
I wish that I could lay back down to rest
But I got no time to moan or whine
A clock is ticking…….in my chest.

Sun comes up on another day,
Fall on my knees and start to pray
“Forgive me Master for my sins--
Can’t the Poor Folk ever win?”
Sometimes when I wake up I’m so tired
I wish that I could lay back down to rest
But I got no time to moan or whine
A clock is ticking…….in my chest.

The baby cries, the bills are due
The truck won’t start and I’m calling you
But your phones dead you couldn’t pay
It’s a sorry deal, it’s a sorry day
Sometimes when I wake up I’m so tired
I wish that I could lay back down to rest
But I got no time to moan or whine
A clock is ticking…….in my chest.