Trole Bros - Poor Man's River Lyrics

Misering down to a hole in the water
My back porch had fallen down
Raising up an empty cup and failing in the wind
Blood and water soaked the bread that ate up my last dime
Shark-infested cities of the blind

Swing that hammer
Mine that coal
Shovel me into the ground
Poor man's sweat has built that river
Runnin through an empty town

Dead-end whiskey butane empire
Feed the fire and starve the soul
Everybody's patching glory
Legacy of Hell
Hold me over till tomorrow
Rain of every kind
Rusted all the fragments of my mind

Swing that hammer
Mine that coal
Nestle me into the ground
Poor man's sweat has built that river
Runnin through an empty town

On my way, I'm on my way