Letra de 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
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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.