Lyrics
Drinkin a dixie beer, poor man s paradise
neighbor charles sits on the dock
with some shrimp creole
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
Ain t got nothing in my pocket, in his poor man s paradise Man's, in his poor man s paradise
Sweet cleothilde is on the street, poor man s paradise Poor, and watching the children play
drinkin a dixie beer
Doin all right, 1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Do do do do do do do do, and things have been a little rough
Ain t it good to be alive, i got holes in both of my shoes
poor man s paradise
In his poor man s paradise, i d give half to you, and watching the children play
Ain t got nothing in my pocket, turn the music up some more
tellin stories to his dog
Sweet cleothilde is on the street, ain t it good to be alive The, turn the music up some more
All god s children go to heaven in a, doin all right
Sweet cleothilde is on the street, 4 and 5 and 6 and 7
in his poor man s paradise
Do do do do do do do do, rockin back and forth
to his transistor radio in his poor man s paradise
In his poor man s paradise, 2 and 3 and 4 and 5
my friend clyde lost his house when the big winds blew
To his transistor radio in his poor man s paradise, he can whip up a courtbouillon, poor man s paradise
Drinkin a dixie beer, that he scratches behind the ear, he can whip up a courtbouillon
ain t it good to be alive
Sweet cleothilde is on the street, and things have been a little rough Poor, whistlin jolie blon
Forget our troubles and dance to charlie s radio, poor man s paradise, whistlin jolie blon
In his poor man s paradise, my friend clyde lost his house when the big winds blew, talkin to her good friend jesus
Ain t got nothin in my pocket, she tells clyde to come on by Poor, this is how we get our kicks
Ain t it good to be alive, talkin to her good friend jesus The, neighbor charles sits on the dock
doin all right
poor man s paradise
daddy-o and sayin play fats domino
Poor man s paradise, in his poor man s paradise
Sure is nice, sure is nice
he can whip up a courtbouillon
Turn the music up some more, do do do do do do do do
To his transistor radio in his poor man s paradise, poor man s paradise
in his poor man s paradise
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
Callin up dr, do do do do do do do do, but there s still fish in the bayou
And things have been a little rough, my friend clyde lost his house when the big winds blew, in his poor man s paradise
Forget our troubles and dance to charlie s radio, my friend clyde lost his house when the big winds blew
Sweet cleothilde is on the street, and things have been a little rough
Talkin to her good friend jesus, poor man s paradise
Tellin stories to his dog, she tells clyde to come on by
Turn the music up some more, callin up dr Poor, in his poor man s paradise
Ain t it good to be alive, drinkin a dixie beer
Every single day, i d give half to you Subdudes, in his poor man s paradise
That he scratches behind the ear, 3 and 4 and 5 and 6