Baby if you really love me
You had 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
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, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
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
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
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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): FRANK SULLIVAN, JIM PETERIK