F G C [Verse]C F G My life with trouble goes back to the candyF C Dm G That I stole from Jessie Walker's country storeC F C A penny seperated me from choosing sides with honestyF G C And I just got tired of being poorG C Some folks eat their supper off of silverG C And the only world they'll ever know is wealthD G But I can't blame the rich folks for these big stone wallsD G This prison is the doings of myselfC F G Freedom ran away from me at twenty-threeF C Dm G I broke the lock on one to many doorsC My hungry hands would not behaveF C When they got close to things they craveF G C I just got tired of bein' poor [Instrumental]F G C [Verse]C F G I remember Willie Jack who laughed at meF C Dm G And the talking about the ragged clothes I woreC F C That's when Willie got a taste of all knuckles in his faceF G C I just got tired of bein' poorG C Some folks eat their supper off of silverG C And the only world they'll ever know is wealthD G But I can't blame the rich folks for these big stone wallsD G This prison is the doings of myselfC F G Freedom ran away from me at twenty-threeF C Dm G I broke the lock on one to many doorsC My hungry hands would not behaveF C When they got close to things they craveF G C I just got tired of bein' poorF G C I just got tired of bein' poor
I Just Got Tired Of Being Poor
George Jones
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