Deborah Holland - How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live? lyrics

There once was a time when everything was cheap But now prices nearly puts a man to sleep When we pay our grocery bill We just feel like making our will Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live I remember when dry goods were cheap as dirt We could take two bits and buy a dandy shirt Now we pay three bucks or more Maybe get a shirt that another man wore Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live Prohibition's good if it's conducted right There's no sense shooting a man till he shows flight Officers k** without a cause Then complain about the funny laws Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live Most all preachers preach for gold and not for souls That's what keeps a poor man always in a hole We can hardly get our breath Taxed and schooled and preached to d**h Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live It's time for every man to be awake We pay fifty cents a pound when we ask for steak When we get our package home A little wad of paper with gristle and a bone Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live The doctor comes around with a face all bright He says in a little while you'll be all right All he gives is a humbug pill A dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live