Dirt Poor

Dirt Poor

marthienel's picture




Dirt Poor
© 2020 Cindy Prince

I heard it many times
Memories of Mom and Dad
Growing up in the Depression
The dirt poor lives they had

My Dad told of eating possum
When there was nothing else
What they lacked in money
Was love beyond all wealth

They were dirt poor
Had a dirt floor
But their blessings sure were many
They all knew
They had to make do
Everyone saving their pennies

They talked of eating cornbread
With milk from their old cow
They talked of no shoes to wear
And fields to weed and plow

Mom wore feed sack dresses
Dad worked for a dollar a day
Despite the trials and tribulations
They wouldn’t have it any other way

Repeat chorus

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cindyrella's picture

This so touches me so much. It's different than Bill's version and I love them both. Thank you so much!

Gwyn Jones's picture

Marthie does an incredible job on these heartrending yet enriching words...

Wow, this is so beautiful and sad. I feel this was the perfect collab - the perfect artist giving the perfect life to these lyrics, lyrics which seem important to the writer and very personal. What else can I say? The piano and vocals are amazing, and these lyrics pull the heart-strings.
Such a lovely piece, you two.

atitlan's picture

Interesting to contrast the heartfelt piano ballad approach here to Bill's Americana take. This is lovely; beautifully played and sung, and the lyrics are strong enough to carry either treatment - which is the sign of a well crafted lyric.