F The urchins are writhing around in the mud
Like eels playing tag in a barrel F#
Bb The old Sally Army plays mournful & sweet Gm
As they play a Dm n old Christmasy Bb carol A
F The world is as dark as a black night in hell
What kind of place can this be? F#
Oh! Peopl Bb e like hermit crabs run into doorways Gm
Fear Dm ing to say,
"Do you feel as downtrodden a Bb s me?" A7
CHORUS
Dm Ting-a-ling ting-a-ling
The devil, he leans on your bell A7
The futu Bb re looks black a Gm7 s before A7
A7 And the sun never shines,
The sun never shines on the poor! Dm
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!
Hope it helps! Any improvements welcome.
submitted by Thomas LaBelle
tlabelle@tbaytel.net
Richard Thompson
