Poor Man's Son Lyrics

(Jim Peterik/Frankie Sullivan) 
Published by WB Music Corp. - ASCAP/Ensign Music Corporation/Rude Music, Inc. - BMI 

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