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 a 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 could've loved for money
 Could've fooled around for fame
 But you went and took a chance
 On the real thing
 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
 I'm a poor man's son
 Poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son
 I'm a poor man's son