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Providence Help The Poor People - Big Joe Williams
Written by：Big Joe Williams
Well the Providence helpin' the poor people
Lord those could not help theirselves
Well the Providence helpin' the poor people
Those could not help theirselves boy
They give 'em all a meal a day boys
Then they help someone else
I went to the office this mornin' 'bout a half past four
Heard Mr. Roosevelt say they wasn't gonna help no more
Told them
No Providence it ain't gonna help no more
Well well it may be tomorrow hoo hoo
Lord I don't really know
Well Mr. Roosevelt told me ain't gonna be no hard times no more
He gonna let the poor people go any place they wants to go
I told him
Yes Providence it ain't gonna help no more
Well well it may be tomorrow hoo
Lord I won't be back no more
I got up this mornin' 'bout a half past eight
Started down Pine Street boy to get my meal ticket straight
They told me
No Providence it ain't gonna help no more
Well well it may be tomorrow hoo
Lord might dust my bed to go
Well it's some has a shovel some has a spade
You know the Providence will give me and my babe a place to stay
And I told them no he wasn't gonna help you no more
Well well it may be tomorrow hoo
Lord I don't really know
Well the rooster told the hen the hen go lay
She told him
No the Providence give me a place to stay
She told him no she don't have to lay no more
Well well it may be tomorrow hoo
Lord I won't be back here at all
I aksed my woman this mornin' could I fill her place
She said
No Joe the Providence give me a place to stay
She told me no Lord
I could not fill her place
Lord I believe I'll get up in the mornin' hoo Lord
I believe I'll leave this place
Every mornin' the clock be strikin' eight
That's when I go down to Providence boy and
I can't get my business straight
They told me no they wasn't gonna help me no more