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 mans son Workin' all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song You're a rich mans daughter Look at what you've 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
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