Kind friends gather There's a dream I had this last night There's plenty of land, and sea We have to struggle and fight
It's a poor man's heaven, well how about We won't have to fear, no With feather beds to rest those heads We'll all one of our own
It's a poor man's to be free A poor man's to believe It's a poor mans vision up A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll roll up banks, shoot their crates We won't give it up we heard With the rich son, we'll have that fun For sticking their shovel and
We'll live on champagne, ride train We'll drink it the day until midnight If someone dare to ask out there We'll and put out his lights
It's a man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to It's a poor mans vision up A poor heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll live at our ease, all we please We have no-one to fend for If gets smart, we'll take him apart And spread him all the floor
It's a poor heaven, well how 'bout when We have nothing to fear, no With real feather beds to rest heads We'll all one of our own
It's a poor man's to be free A poor heaven to believe a poor mans vision up above A man's heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now Yeah, a poor man's heaven on now, hey
Yeah, come on now, on It's a poor mans Yeah, yeah, a man's heaven
Yeah, come on now, on It's a mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor man's
Yeah, on now, come on a poor mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor heaven