Reo Speedwagon - Son Of A Poor Man Lyrics
Hometown lady, leavin for the cityBags in hand, shes boardin the trainHer last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mineI waved goodbye but I cant believe shes leaving.But a woman cant be high-classIn a lonely farmers townAnd the son of a poor manAint gonna turn your head aroundBut if you ever get lonelyJust pick up the telephoneAnd the son of a poor man will bring you home.Maybe soon Ill see her on some television showPainted lips and fingers singing for the worldA fashion plate for sure dancin for your plastic worldCall me up if you can but if not well Ill understandBut a woman cant be high-classIn a lonely farmers townAnd the son of a poor manAint gonna turn your head aroundBut if you ever get lonelyJust pick up the telephoneAnd the son of a poor man will bring you home.