You know you've done enough when every bone is sore   You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more   You know you're coming to some kind of understanding   When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing      Mama says God tends to every little skinny sheep   So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep   Nothing is louder to God's ears than a poor mans sorrow   Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow      Hey, that's the poor man's house   Everybody get a look at the poor man's house   Everywhere they went before must have turned them out   And now they're living in a poor man's house      There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven   They got a lot of wine and fish up there and the bread's unleavened   They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack   Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs      Daddy's been working too much for days and days and doesn't eat   And he never says much but I think this time it's got him beat   It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever   Your daddy's poor today and he will be poor forever      Hey, that's the poor man's house   Those kids are living in a poor man's house   They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out   And come home in the evening to the poor man's house      Why are you chopping that wood for   Why are you growing that corn   Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and   You're wearing the one that's torn   And I guess it's for some one else's kid who wasn't born   In a poor man's house, a poor man's house      Hey, take a look at that house   Everybody we're living in a poor man's house   Seems like everywhere we go they find us out   Find out that we've been living in a poor man's house