Poor Man's Son

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