Rich Old Poor Man

The poor man hates the rich man

The rich man hates himself

Guilty by oppression that he thinks he just can't help

Gave his life to Jesus just to take his pain away

Now his money to the church just so he could die someday

On his deathbed, he cried to the sky,

"Oh, sweet Jesus, why's a rich man got to die?

Spend all my money, and I've loved all my friends

Always had that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end

When I pose a question, just what could one man do

Always got the answer to the thing that ??

Now I'm on the deathbed, with the ??

One last question for you, Jesus, just what is free will?"

The rich man hates the poor man

The poor man hates himself

Guilty by his money troubles that he thinks he just can't help

Gave his life to the bottle just to take his pain away

Take it from ?? that tomorrow's another day

On his deathbed, he cried to the sky,

"Oh, sweet heavens, why's a poor man got to die?

Drank all my money, and I've loved all my friends

Always shake that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end

When I pose a question, just what could one man do

Always got the answer that tomorrow is a new

Now I'm on my deathbed, with the ??

One last question for myself, just what is free will?"

The child hates no one

Knows only himself

Asks his questions with a sweetness that he just can't help

Asked his loving father, "Father, why do you cry?"

Said, "Son, someday you're gonna die"

On the deathbed, he cried to the sky,

"Oh, neverending, why does man have to die?

Never cared for money and I've loved all my friends

Always had that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end

Never posed a question, just what could one man do

Saw my father's teardrops and I already knew

Now I'm on my deathbed, with the ??

Thank you, sweet Death, for your gift of free will

Thank you, sweet Death, for your gift of free will."