Thoughtless-POOR OLD LU

In my money, I was at home To the beggar, I was so cold In my pockets, all that I could hold As I left here, this was all I was told… Well, I get a dime for all of my good A nickel for all that I could And a quarter for all I said I would And I was left poor, poor, poor Oh my, how poor As a thinker, I was so loud In my wisdom, I was profound As I left here, this was the sound… Well, I get a dime for all of my good A nickel for all that I could And a quarter for all I said I would And I was left poor, poor, poor Oh my, how poor Oh my Lord By my own way, I felt very near When it shook me, this was all I could hear… [[Category:Poor Old Lu]] [[Category:Christian_Rock]]

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