Poverty Hill The Kingston Trio

[Verse 1]
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 at 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 hoe
What little will grow, the drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain
But we call it Poverty Hill

[Verse 2]
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]
Stubble and stone make a hard row to hoe
What little will grow, the drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain
But we call it Poverty Hill