Son of a poor man — текст песни (Reo Speedwagon)

Reo Speedwagon - Son of a poor man

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.