Rich man, rich man got all the good land

Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man

Rich man's money, rich man's school

Did they make the poor man, rich man's fool



Rich man, rich man never have dirty hands

Never hold a plow that's turnin' his land

Poor man holds it day by day

Did they make the poor man, rich man's slave



I work the field come rain or shine

What else can I do

I have nothing nor has mine

Are we rich man's fools



Poor man, poor man always be a poor man

Sit at the end of day then I'm a tired man

Rich man's money, rich man's school

Did they make the poor man, rich man's fool



Rich man worried 'bout all the money spent

Worried 'bout taxes, he owes the government

Then on payday poor man shines

They can't tax just one thin dime



God loves both of us rich and poor alike

Loves us both the same, equal within his sight

Has no favourites, this I know

For the good book tells me so



Wealth can't buy a home on high

Not all the worldly gold

Faith, on bended knees, can buy

A home in saviour's soul



Rich and poor the same, no good without the flame

I mean the flame of love, sent down from God above

If our Faith in Him we lose

Rich or poor, we're both a fool