REO SPEEDWAGON - Son Of A Poor Man lyrics

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Hometown lady, leavin' for the city<br>Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train<br>Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine<br>I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving.<br><br>But a woman can't be high-class<br>In a lonely farmer's town<br>And the son of a poor man<br>Ain't gonna turn your head around<br>But if you ever get lonely<br>Just pick up the telephone<br>And the son of a poor man will bring you home.<br><br>Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show<br>Painted lips and fingers singing for the world<br>A fashion plate for sure dancin' for your plastic world<br>Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand<br><br>But a woman can't be high-class<br>In a lonely farmer's town<br>And the son of a poor man<br>Ain't gonna turn your head around<br>But if you ever get lonely<br>Just pick up the telephone<br>And the son of a poor man will bring you home.