Poverty Hill by The Kingston Trio
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They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine,
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the rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign.
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They gaze with delight at the rocks and the scraggly pines.
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They come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall
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On Paradise Mountain away from it all.
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Stubble and stone make a hard row to hoe.
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What little will grow, the drought will kill.
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The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain
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but we call it Poverty Hill.
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They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood.
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And, they'd like to live here of all places if only they could.
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Well, we don't get these wood, grainy faces from livin' too good.
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It's the rocks and the sun and dust and the heat.
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It's too much of work and too little to eat.
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They pack and say what a pity that they have to go.
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They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow,
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But how we get through the winter they never will know.
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No lard for the pantry. No grist for the meal
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And winter's are cold over Poverty Hill.
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Yes, we call it Poverty Hill.