Grown up in a small village, work is the only alternative for us to live. Work, work, work, and that's not all, and Friday the pay is so small, is this the only way for us to survive? When mama was poor, papa for sure ain't got no money, but we got love. When father work for me was knee high small, still couldn't make enough for all, it was sure a poor way to be. Was no shame but a life of sorrow, sometimes in anguish I'd scream as a horror, but still a precious soul. When mama was poor, papa for sure ain't got no money, but we got love. Silver and gold we had none, but this life of living sure wasn't fun. Papa would look at my mama by his side, and say mama don't you give up, job will provide. When mama was poor, papa for sure ain't got no money, but we got love.