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