(Dallas Frazier)      My life of trouble goes back to the candy   That I stole from Jesse Walker's country store   A penny seperated me from chosen sights with honesty   I just got tired of being poor.      I remember Willie Jackson laughing   And talking bout the ragged clothes I wore   That's when Willie gotta taste of all my nuckles in his face   I just got tired of being poor.      Some folks eat their supper of the silver   And the only world they ever know is wealth   But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls   This prison is the doin's of myself.      Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three   I broke the lock on one too many doors   My hungry hands would not behate   when they got close to things they create   I just got tired of being poor.      Some folks eat their supper of the silver   And the only world they ever know is wealth   But I can't blame the rich folks for these big tall walls   This prison is the doin's of myself.      I just got tired of being poor...