How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live?

I remember a time when every thing was cheap

Now prices nearly puts a man to sleep

Well, when we get our grocery bill

We feel like making our will

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright

And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!"

Well, all he gives is a humbug pill

Dose of dope and a great big bill

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul

Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole

Now, we can hardly get our breath

Taxed and schooled and preached to death

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?