The Rich Man And The Poor Man(Rematered 2003) - Bob Miller

作词：A.J. Adams/Jack Stanley

作曲：A.J. Adams/Jack Stanley

There's just two kinds of people

The sinner and the saint

There's one that gets and always got

While the other poor one ain't

Oh the rich man drives his Lincoln

Past the red light with a grin

And the poor man follows right behind

In his little hunk of tin

There's a motorcycle copper

Following upon their trail

Oh the rich man tears his ticket

But the poor man goes to jail

Oh the rich man takes the high road

Anywhere that he may go

But when the poor man's travelin'

He must always take the low

So if you're rich you'll travel

Snug as peas are in the pod

Oh the rich man rides a cushion

And the poor man rides the rods

Oh the rich man when he's ailing

Stays at home and calls the doc

But the poor man has to go to work

Be in time to punch a clock

The rich man takes his medicine

Has his doctors and his nurse

So the rich man he gets better

But the poor man he gets worse

Oh the rich man steals a million

From the bank that he controls

While the poor man steals a loaf of bread

Or a penny's worth of rolls

They take them to the courthouse

One is laughing one's in tears

Oh the rich man gets an apology

While the poor man gets ten years

Oh the rich man gets a lawyer

And the lawyer pleads his case

While the poor man asks for sympathy

But of that there is now trace

So if you're rich don't worry

But the poor must give up hope

Oh the rich man gets acquitted

While the poor man gets the rope

Oh the rich man when he kicks off

Has a casket made of gold

While the poor man has a wooden box

And his grave looks mighty cold

The rich man gets a sermon

But here's one thing that's sure

When the rich man takes that last long ride

He's as much dead as the poor