Poor Man's Son

Baby if you really love me

You had better understand

That the silver in your pocket

Ain no measure of a man

*And though the fortunes of our fathers

We aspire to rise above

When youe born into a breed

Youe signed in blood*

**I a poor mans son

Workin?all night long

Got a bad guitar

And a simple song

Youe a rich mans daughter

Look at what youe done

You went and fell in love

With a poor mans 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

You went and took a chance

On the real thing

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