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