Big Joe Williams - Providence Help the Poor People lyrics

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