Kingston Trio - Poverty hill

They ^Ccome in their summery dresses and jackets so ^Bmfine, the ^Crich folks who measure success with a big dollar ^Bmsign. They ^Cgaze with delight at the rocks and the scraggly ^Bmpines. They ^Ccome in the Spring and they ^Bmstay 'til the Fall On ^CParadise Mountain ^Bmaway from it ^Dall.

^CStubble and ^Dstone make a ^Chard row to ^Dhoe. What ^Clittle will ^Dgrow, the ^Cdrought will ^Dkill. The ^Csummer folks call it Paradise ^DMountain but ^Cwe call it Poverty ^DHill.

They ^Csay we have beautiful faces as grainy as ^Bmwood. And, they'd ^Clike to live here of all places if only they ^Bmcould. Well, we ^Cdon't get these wood, grainy faces from livin' too ^Bmgood. It's the ^Crocks and the sun and ^Bmdust and the heat. It's ^Ctoo much of work and too ^Bmlittle to ^Deat.

They ^Cpack and say what a pity that they have to ^Bmgo. They ^Csay that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with ^Bmsnow, But ^Chow we get through the winter they never will ^Bmknow. No ^Clard for the pantry. No ^Bmgrist for the meal And ^Cwinter's are cold over ^BmPoverty ^DHill.

Yes, ^Cwe call it Poverty ^DHill.