Lyrics:

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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