The poor man's soul is a diamond made of coal He's trying every day to survive He makes his way, through the night and through the day Sayin: don't it feel so good to be alive? Ah but I don't want to end up like him For he's down on his knees every hour to pray Sayin: Lord, I been so good, just like I knew I should So won't you free me on my judgement day? She speaks good French sitting pretty on the bench But I know she's only after his Gold She looks so fine, it's naturally a crime But she complains that she's getting too old So she tells her mama, that she's falling in love With a rich man who can take her far away But the Wheel of Time, make her change her mind The hour on her judgement day Now that girl of mine, she ain't the gentle kind All she do is fuss, cuss and moan Well I tried so hard, but it ain't in the cards So I'll be leaving her alone And if I'm right mama, you'll have to sing to me But if I'm wrong then I won't be in your way And if I find myself at the mercy of the law Won't you free me on my judgement day?