The Bourgeois Blues

Daddy was a doctor
And Mamma, she was one too
Pay ‘em rent for your body
Don’t know what you gonna do

As you going to the country
Yes you going to the country
You is going to the country
Right down Poverty Road

Move in from out of town
And buy up all the land
Push them little brown people
Out to the desert sands

They is going to the country
Yes they going to the country
Going to the country
Right down Poverty Road

Nigger in the White House
Black as a dollar bill
Can’t give the people no peace
Until I had my fill

They is going to the country
Yes they going to the country
Going to the country
Right down Poverty Road
(A man can’t get enough peace)

Man, I am just myself
My skin ain’t got no color
So why’s it so hard for me
To be every man’s brother?

As they going to the country
Yes they is going to the country
Going to the country
Right down Poverty Mile

Gandaddy was a banker
Said “Boy I’ll give it all to you”
Ain’t got no worldly problems
So I sing this blues for you

Cause you is going to the country
You is going to the country
You going to the country
Right down Poverty Road