Poor Man's Gold

Lyrics

Daddy had a socket set, Mamaw had a frying pan, Mama had two tired eyes And supper in a coffee can. We weren’t broke, we were bending, Like an old fence in the rain, Held together by the rust, The Lord, and our last name. I learned young that calloused hands Ain’t something to be ashamed, And sometimes being born with nothing Is how a man gets made. Pre-Chorus I never had a silver spoon, But I had a porch and a gravel road, A stubborn heart, a Bible verse, And a story nobody stole. Chorus I got poor man’s gold, In the cracks of my hands. I got a beat-up soul That still knows how to stand. I got scars that shine When the hard times show. I ain’t got much, But what I got won’t fold. Love in my chest, Fire in my bones, A name I won’t sell, And a place called home. Yeah, I’m rich where the world don’t know — I got poor man’s gold. Verse 2 I’ve slept in cars and Sunday clothes, I’ve prayed through busted teeth, I’ve watched good folks get buried broke With angels at their feet. I’ve seen a drunk man sober up When his little girl walked in, Seen a sinner give his last five bucks To someone worse off than him. So don’t tell me what treasure is, I’ve seen diamonds made from pain. Some folks inherit money, Some inherit hurricanes. Pre-Chorus And I know I’ve been hard to love, Hell, I’ve been hard to know, But there’s still a boy inside this man Trying to make it down that road. Chorus I got poor man’s gold, In the cracks of my hands. I got a beat-up soul That still knows how to stand. I got scars that shine When the hard times show. I ain’t got much, But what I got won’t fold. Love in my chest, Fire in my bones, A name I won’t sell, And a place called home. Yeah, I’m rich where the world don’t know — I got poor man’s gold. Bridge It’s in a handshake after midnight, In a tire changed in the rain, In a “yes ma’am” to a waitress Who forgot to bring your change. It’s in a father trying harder Than his father ever tried, It’s in a man who lost it all But never lost what’s right. It ain’t in the bank, It ain’t in the dirt, It’s what you give away Even when it hurts. Final Chorus I got poor man’s gold, In the cracks of my hands. I got a beat-up soul That still knows how to stand. I got scars that shine When the hard times show. I ain’t got much, But what I got won’t fold. Love in my chest, Fire in my bones, A name I won’t sell, And a place called home. When they lay me down By the old church road, Don’t carve “rich man” On that stone. Just write, “He loved hard, He stood tall, He gave what he had When he had nothing at all.” Yeah, I’m rich where the world don’t know — I got poor man’s gold. Outro Poor man’s gold, Poor man’s gold, Ain’t in my pocket, It’s down in my soul.