son of a poor man

Reo Speedwagon

Hometown lady, leavin? for the city
Bags in hand, she?s boardin? 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 dancin? 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.