Poor Folks Stick Together 创作者：
Stoney Edwards

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调：D major

Intro 1

Verse 1
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Stranded on the highway,
breathing in the rain,
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man, that old north wind sure is cold.
Cadillacs and limousines,
one by one they pass,
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there have all the country had to go.
Oh, but he only comes a day so,
and them's my kind of people
They're the kind that
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never lets you down
Well, I can hear him shifting gears,
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and in a minute he'll be here
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To take me down the road
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to where I'm bound
Cause four folks stick together
like birds of a feather,
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all one and one for all again
And if you jump on one, you fight them all,
just ask the folks down at City Hall
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Four folks stick together till the end
Feelin' tired and hungry,
spirit's mighty low
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People slam the door right in your face
So it's up them streets
and back again,
lookin' for a job
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I guess I'll have to go another place
Oh, but then I see his people,
and them's my kind of people,
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churchgoing, God -fearing souls
Well, they help me find the job I need,
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and they help me feed my family
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And they welcome us
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inside out of the cold
Cause poor folks stick together
like birds of a feather
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All for one and one for all again
And if you jump on one, you fight them all
Just ask the folks down at City Hall
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Poor folks stick together till the end
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Yes, poor folks stick together till the end
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