Poverty Hill

     C                             
They come in their summery dresses 
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and jackets so fine,
    C                              
the rich folks who measure success 
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with a big dollar sign.
     C                             
They gaze with delight at the rocks
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 and the scraggly pines.
     C                           
They come in the Spring and they 
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stay 'til the Fall
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On Paradise Mountain away from it 
D
all.

Chorus:

C           D            C      
Stubble and stone make a hard 
     D
row to hoe.
     C           D         C     
What little will grow, the 
       D
drought will kill.
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    C                             
The summer folks call it Paradise 
D
Mountain
    C                  D
but we call it Poverty Hill.


     C                             
They say we have beautiful faces as
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 grainy as wood.
            C                      
And, they'd like to live here of 
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all places if only they could.
         C                    
Well, we don't get these wood, 
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grainy faces from livin' too good.
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It's the rocks and the sun and dust 
and the heat.
     C                        Bm  
It's too much of work and too 
      D
little to eat.

(Chorus)

     C                             
They pack and say what a pity that 
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they have to go.
     C                             
They say that Old Smokey's so 
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pretty all covered with snow,
    C                            
But how we get through the winter 
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they never will know.
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No lard for the pantry. No grist for
 the meal
    C                      Bm      
And winter's are cold over Poverty 
D
Hill.

(Chorus)
     C                  D
Yes, we call it Poverty Hill.