Rich man, rich man got all the good land   Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man   Rich man's money, rich man's school   Did they make the poor man, rich man's fool      Rich man, rich man never have dirty hands   Never hold a plow that's turnin' his land   Poor man holds it day by day   Did they make the poor man, rich man's slave      I work the field come rain or shine   What else can I do   I have nothing nor has mine   Are we rich man's fools      Poor man, poor man always be a poor man   Sit at the end of day then I'm a tired man   Rich man's money, rich man's school   Did they make the poor man, rich man's fool      Rich man worried 'bout all the money spent   Worried 'bout taxes, he owes the government   Then on payday poor man shines   They can't tax just one thin dime      God loves both of us rich and poor alike   Loves us both the same, equal within his sight   Has no favourites, this I know   For the good book tells me so      Wealth can't buy a home on high   Not all the worldly gold   Faith, on bended knees, can buy   A home in saviour's soul      Rich and poor the same, no good without the flame   I mean the flame of love, sent down from God above   If our Faith in Him we lose   Rich or poor, we're both a fool