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Man, I donât know where
The moneyâs going to come from
I havenât figured out
How Iâm going to heat my house
If Jesus saves, maybe I could get a loan
Maybe I should just give up,
And let the angels take me home
When the sunrise cries, she calls my name
She laughs at me and calls me slave
She spits right in my face
I survive on the charity of my family
I survive with some help from my friends
Iâve learned to lie and cheat my government
That only makes me as guilty as them
When the sunrise cries, she calls my name
She laughs at me and calls me slave
She spits right in my face
Save me please, Iâm a poor, poor man
See my purse, Iâm a poor, poor man
I donât know, Iâve got no gold nor precious stones,
Nor any land to call my own, I canât go on this way