I’m just a poor boy 
Beat down by the sun 
And I work for the man over there 
Behind the barrel of his gun 
He’s got his money 
And he’s got his power 
And he’s got that gun 
So I’m here in the sun 
Working by the hour 

Because I’ve got no money 
And I’ve got no gun 
I’m burnt by the sun 

You know my Daddy 
He’s a working man 
And he swung a hammer 
Until it broke his hand 
He loves his Woman 
Two daughters and son 
And he fed his family 
Working for the man with the gun 

Because he loves his Woman 
And he has no gun 
He’s burnt by the sun 

We’ve got no money 
But we’ve got our love 
We’ve got no money 
But we’ve got our love 

We’ve got our love 
But we’ve got no guns 
So we’re burnt by the sun