Lyrics Poor House - Traveling Wilburys
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
Up
all
day,
down
all
night
Workin'
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
(Ooh-ooh,
in
the
poor
house)
Aw,
hit
it
(Ooh-ooh,
in
the
poor
house)
Whoa
If
a
drove
pulpwood
truck
Would
you
love
me
more
Will
you
bring
me
diamonds
And
hang
around
my
door
Woman,
I've
done
my
best
There
ain't
much
left
for
me
They're
gonna
put
me
in
the
poor
house
And
throw
away
the
key
(In
the
poor
house)
(Ooh-ooh,
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)
(Ooh-ooh,
in
the
poor
house)
(In
the
poor
house)
(Ooh-ooh,
in
the
poor
house)
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