The poor man’s soul is a diamond made of coalnHe’s trying every day to survivenHe makes his way, through the night and through the daynSayin: “don’t it feel so good to be alive?”nnAh but I don’t want to end up like himnFor he’s down on his knees every hour to praynSayin: “Lord, I been so good, just like I knew I shouldnSo won’t you free me on my judgement day?”nnShe speaks good French sitting pretty on the benchnBut I know she’s only after his GoldnShe looks so fine, it’s naturally a crimenBut she complains that she’s getting too oldnnSo she tells her mama, that she’s falling in lovenWith a rich man who can take her far awaynBut the Wheel of Time, make her change her mindnThe hour on her judgement daynnNow that girl of mine, she ain’t the gentle kindnAll she do is fuss, cuss and moannWell I tried so hard, but it ain’t in the cardsnSo I’ll be leaving her alonennAnd if I’m right mama, you’ll have to sing to menBut if I’m wrong then I won’t be in your waynAnd if I find myself at the mercy of the lawnWon’t you free me on my judgement day?nn