Poverty Hill by The Kingston Trio C Bm They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine, C Bm the rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign. C Bm They gaze with delight at the rocks and the scraggly pines. C Bm They come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall C Bm D On Paradise Mountain away from it all. Chorus: C D C D Stubble and stone make a hard row to hoe. C D C D What little will grow, the drought will kill. C D The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain C D but we call it Poverty Hill. C Bm They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood. C Bm And, they'd like to live here of all places if only they could. C Bm Well, we don't get these wood, grainy faces from livin' too good. C Bm It's the rocks and the sun and dust and the heat. C Bm D It's too much of work and too little to eat. (Chorus) C Bm They pack and say what a pity that they have to go. C Bm They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow, C Bm But how we get through the winter they never will know. C Bm No lard for the pantry. No grist for the meal C Bm D And winter's are cold over Poverty Hill. (Chorus) C D Yes, we call it Poverty Hill.