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Lyricist: Traveling Wilburys
Lyrics:
You walked in, half past nine Lookin' like a queen Serving me with papers Calling me obscene Woman, I've tried so hard Just to do my best They're gonna put me in the poor house And you'll take all the rest
Up all day, down all night Workin' on the job Everything I do is wrong I always end up robbed Woman, I tried so hard Done all I can do They're gonna put me in the poor house Keep all the best for you
(Ooh-ooh, in the poor house) aw, hit it (Ooh-ooh, in the poor house) whoa If I drove a pulpwood truck Would you love me more? Will you bring me diamonds And hang around my door? Woman, I've done my best There ain't much left for me They're gonna put me in the poor house And throw away the key In the poor house Ooh-ooh, in the poor house You walked in, half past nine Lookin' like a queen Serving me with papers Calling me obscene Woman, I've tried so hard Just to do my best They're gonna put me in the poor house And you'll take all the rest In the poor house Ooh-ooh, in the poor house In the poor house Ooh-ooh, in the poor house
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