Kind friends gather There's a that I had this last night There's plenty of land, and sea We won't to struggle and fight
It's a poor heaven, well how about when We won't have to fear, no With real beds to rest those heads We'll all one of our own
a poor man's heaven to be free A poor heaven to believe a poor mans vision up above A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll roll up their banks, shoot crates We won't give it up 'till we With the rich man's son, we'll that fun For sticking shovel and dirt
We'll live on champagne, ride train We'll drink it the day until midnight If someone should to ask out there We'll punch and put out his
a poor man's heaven to be free A man's heaven to believe It's a poor mans up above A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll at our ease, take all we please We have no-one to fend for If someone gets smart, we'll him apart And him all over the floor
a poor man's heaven, well how 'bout when We won't have to fear, no With real beds to rest those heads We'll all one of our own
a poor man's heaven to be free A man's heaven to believe It's a poor mans up above A man's heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now Yeah, it's a poor heaven on now, hey
Yeah, on now, come on It's a poor heaven Yeah, yeah, a man's heaven
Yeah, on now, come on a poor mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor man's
Yeah, come on now, on It's a mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor heaven