Providence Help The Poor People-Williams Big Joe

Providence Help The Poor People - Big Joe Williams Written by：Big Joe Williams Well the Providence helpin' the poor people Lord those could not help theirselves Well the Providence helpin' the poor people Those could not help theirselves boy They give 'em all a meal a day boys Then they help someone else I went to the office this mornin' 'bout a half past four Heard Mr. Roosevelt say they wasn't gonna help no more Told them No Providence it ain't gonna help no more Well well it may be tomorrow hoo hoo Lord I don't really know Well Mr. Roosevelt told me ain't gonna be no hard times no more He gonna let the poor people go any place they wants to go I told him Yes Providence it ain't gonna help no more Well well it may be tomorrow hoo Lord I won't be back no more I got up this mornin' 'bout a half past eight Started down Pine Street boy to get my meal ticket straight They told me No Providence it ain't gonna help no more Well well it may be tomorrow hoo Lord might dust my bed to go Well it's some has a shovel some has a spade You know the Providence will give me and my babe a place to stay And I told them no he wasn't gonna help you no more Well well it may be tomorrow hoo Lord I don't really know Well the rooster told the hen the hen go lay She told him No the Providence give me a place to stay She told him no she don't have to lay no more Well well it may be tomorrow hoo Lord I won't be back here at all I aksed my woman this mornin' could I fill her place She said No Joe the Providence give me a place to stay She told me no Lord I could not fill her place Lord I believe I'll get up in the mornin' hoo Lord I believe I'll leave this place Every mornin' the clock be strikin' eight That's when I go down to Providence boy and I can't get my business straight They told me no they wasn't gonna help me no more