Son Of A Poor Man

(الألبوم: Ridin' The Storm Out - 1973)

Hometown lady, leaving for the city
Bags in hand, she's boarding the train
Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving.
But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.

Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show
Painted lips and fingers singing for the world
A fashion plate for sure dancing for your plastic world
Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand

But a woman can't be high-class
In a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man
Ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.