Lyrics:

(Alfred Reed)
(G) - (C) - (G7) - (D) - (D7) - (Am)

(G) I Remember A Time When Every (D) Thing Was (G) Cheap
now Prices Nearly Puts A Man To (D) Sleep
(D7) Well, When We (G) Get Our Grocery (G7) Bill
we (C) Feel Like Making Our (Am) Will
tell Me, (G) How Can A Poor Man (D7) Stand Such Times And (G) Live 
tell Me, (G) How Can A Poor Man (D7) Stand Such Times And (G) Live 

well, The Doctor Comes Around With His Face All Bright
and He Says, 'in A Little While You'll Be All Right!'
well, All He Gives Is A Humbug Pill
dose Of Dope And A Great Big Bill
tell Me, How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live 
tell Me, How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live 

most Preachers, Well, They Preach For Gold And Not For Soul
well, That's What Keeps Us Poor Folks Always In A Hole
now, We Can Hardly Get Our Breath
taxed And Schooled And Preached To Death
tell Me, How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live 
tell Me, How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live