Poor House - The Traveling Wilburys

You walk 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

Working on the job

Everything I do is wrong

I always end up robbed

Woman, I try so hard

Done all I can do

They’re gonna put me in the poor house

Keep all the best for you

(Oh-oh, in the poor house)

(Oh-oh, in the poor house) Oh

If I drove a pulpwood truck

Would you love me more?

Would you bring me diamonds

And hang around my door?

Woman, I’ve done my best

They’re ain’t much left for me

They’re gonna put me in the poor house

And throw away the key

(In the poor house)

(Oh-oh, 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)

(Oh-oh, in the poor house)

(In the poor house)

(Oh-oh, in the poor house)