I've never had a pair of shoes that weren't all hand-me-downs

And daddy's morning coffee came from ol' left over ground

My mama wore no jewelry or any storebought stuff

And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff

Forty miles back in Missoury there's a different way of life

Where a man thinks of his neighbor and not his neighbor's wife

Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough

But contenment makes it worth it forty miles from Poplar Bluff



Our only family treasure was a beatup radio

But it took us to the places where we knew we'd never go

We never had much money but we always had enough

Cause money never mattered much forty miles from Poplar Bluff

Forty miles back in Missoury...

[ el.banjo - trumpet ]

Well nearly every winter when the snow is on the ground

And the roads would all be closed and we couldn't get to town

But if daddy had his tabacco grandma had her snuff

Then the winters didn't seem so long forty miles from Poplar Bluff

Forty miles back in Missoury...

Forty miles from Poplar Bluff