I've never had a pair of shoes that weren't all hand-me-downs   And daddy's morning coffee came from ol' left over ground   My mama wore no jewelry or any storebought stuff   And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff   Forty miles back in Missoury there's a different way of life   Where a man thinks of his neighbor and not his neighbor's wife   Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough   But contenment makes it worth it forty miles from Poplar Bluff      Our only family treasure was a beatup radio   But it took us to the places where we knew we'd never go   We never had much money but we always had enough   Cause money never mattered much forty miles from Poplar Bluff   Forty miles back in Missoury...   [ el.banjo - trumpet ]   Well nearly every winter when the snow is on the ground   And the roads would all be closed and we couldn't get to town   But if daddy had his tabacco grandma had her snuff   Then the winters didn't seem so long forty miles from Poplar Bluff   Forty miles back in Missoury...   Forty miles from Poplar Bluff