 Baby, if you really love me, you will better understand
That the silver in your pocket, ain’t no measure of a man
And though the fortunes of our fathers, we aspire to rise above
When you’re born into a breed, you’re signed in blood
I’m a poor man’s son, workin’ all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
You’re a rich man’s daughter, look at what you’ve done
You went and fell in love, with the poor man’s son
Baby you were born in splendor, to a house of wealth and fame
Your mother was a spender and you grew up on a stage
And girl you coulda loved for money
Coulda fooled around for fame
But you went and took a chance on the real thing
And though the fortunes of our fathers, we aspire to rise above
When you’re born into a breed, you’re signed in blood
I’m a poor man’s son, workin’ all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
You’re a rich man’s daughter
You’re a rich man’s daughter
I’m a poor man’s son
I’m a poor man’s son
I’m a poor man’s son
(Poor man’s son, working all night long)
I’m a poor man’s son
Poor man’s son
(Poor man’s son, working all night long)
I’m a poor man’s son
I’m a poor man’s son
(Poor man’s son workin’ all night long)
I’m a poor man’s son
I’m a poor man’s son
(Poor man’s son workin’ all night long)
I’m a poor man’s son
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