In my money, I was at home
To the beggar, I was so cold
In my pockets, all that I could hold
As I left here, this was all I was told...

Well, I get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that I could
And a quarter for all I said I would
And I was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor

As a thinker, I was so loud
In my wisdom, I was profound
As I left here, this was the sound...

Well, I get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that I could
And a quarter for all I said I would
And I was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor
Oh my Lord

By my own way, I felt very near
When it shook me, this was all
I could hear...