Lyrics:

I’m gonna move to the outskirts of town
Where none of your friends are hanging around
That’s right, I’m gonna move to the other side of town
Where none of your business is hanging around

Woman, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Columbia, girl, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be

I’m gonna build a castle out of Goodyear tires
Cinderblock and busted doors; that’s where I’ll retire
Gonna dig a moat. Fill it up with ale
Not much of a defense, I know, but the supply never fails

Woman, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Columbia, girl, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be

When you come knocking all in tears wringing hands and genuflecting
You’ll understand that I am a busy man and my subjects demand my attention
These walls don’t build themselves and I am running out of time
So if you desire anything else, you had better get in line

Woman, please, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Columbia, girl, please, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Woman, please, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be
Columbia, girl, please, please, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be