Poor Man's Son - Live 1984
We'd like to do a song now from one of our early albums
The album's called "Premonition"
And this is a song dedicated to all you poor men sons out there
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
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, a poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
I'm poor, yeah
Poor man's son, yeah
The album's called "Premonition"
And this is a song dedicated to all you poor men sons out there
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
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, a poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
A poor man's son
(Poor man's son working all night long) I'm a poor man's son
I'm poor, yeah
Poor man's son, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Frankie M., Iii Sullivan, James M. Peterik
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