Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 The urchins are writhing around in the mud

 Like eels playing tag in a barrel

 The old Sally Army plays mournful & sweet

 As they play an old Christmasy carol

 The world is as dark as a black night in hell

 What kind of place can this be?

 Oh! People like hermit crabs run into doorways

 Fearing to say,

 "Do you feel as downtrodden as me?"

Chorus

 Ting-

  -ling ting-

  -ling

 The devil, he leans on your bell

 The future looks black as before

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And the sun never shines,

 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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