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
	( * Repeat )
	( ** Repeat )

	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
	Repeat
	Repeat