Lyrics:

Jim Peterik/Frankie Sullivan)
Published by WB Music Corp. - ASCAP/Ensign Music Corporation/Rude Music, Inc. - BMI

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 man's son, workin’ all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
You’re a rich man's daughter, look at what you’ve done
You went and fell in love with a poor man's 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 could've loved for money
Could've fooled around for fame
But you went and took a chance
On the real thing

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 man's son, workin’ all night long
Got a bad guitar and a simple song
You’re a rich man's daughter
You're a rich man's daughter
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
(Poor man's son, workin' all night long)
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son