How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live Cifras

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How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live - Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V./BlindTerry33
E-mail:BlindTerry333@gmail.com
 
A song originally written by Blind Alfred Reed in 1929.  Bruce's version made some
lyric changes and was released on "Live in Dublin".
 
Tuning:EADGBE
 
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Well, the doctor comes 'round here with his face all bright
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And says "in a little while you'll be alright"
         Bb                                      Eb
But all he gives is a humbug pill, a dose of dope and a great big bill
            Bb                      F
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
         Bb                                                    F
He says "me and my old school pals had some might high times down here
 
And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair"  F
              Bb                                               Eb
He took a look around gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" then he
            Cm
took a little walk
 
Bb                                 F
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live? (riff 1)
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There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to Hell
                                                   F
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells
                Bb
Them who's got got out of town
                   Eb                  Cm
And them who ain't got left to drown
           Bb                        F                 (riff 1)
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Bb                                           F                     G
I got family scattered from Texas all the way to Baltimore
                                                  F     Eb
No, sir I ain't got no home in this world no more
                                                                               Bb
Gonna be a judgment that's a fact,
Eb                                    Cm
A righteous train rollin' down this track
            Bb                        F                (riff 1)
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
 
Riff 1
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