Lyrics of 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 you 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

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 you just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man, and the son of a poor man will bring you
And the son of a poor man will bring you down