Poor William Clark Green

[Verse 1]
Now I'm a sucker, a sinner, three times a loser
A fool who can't buy you a ring
You're a lady, a saint, you're three times I ain't
You're my bona fide double wide queen

[Chorus]
I don't care for bills in the mailbox
I don't care for your dad on the phone
It's you and me in my chair, covered up in your hair
And it feels pretty good being poor

[Verse 2]
There's cracks in the ceiling and I love the feeling
Of watching you stuck in a dream
And you let out a smile, and I think for a while
When you're sleeping, you're dreaming of me

[Chorus]
I don't care for bills in the mailbox
You don't care for the cars on the lawn
It's you and me in my bed, waking up to this mess
And it feels pretty good being poor

[Bridge]
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Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na