How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live? (Ry Cooder)

G C G7 D D7 Am G D G I remember a time when every thing was cheap D Now prices nearly puts a man to sleep D7 G G7 Well, when we get our grocery bill C Am We feel like making our will G D7 G Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? G D7 G 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?