survivor
poor man's son
Baby if you really love me You had better understand That the silver in your pocket Ainâ€™t no measure of a man *And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When youâ€™re born into a breed Youâ€™re signed in blood* **Iâ€™m a poor mans son Workinâ€™ all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song Youâ€™re a rich mans daughter Look at what youâ€™ve done You went and fell in love With a poor mans 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 coulda loved for money Coulda fooled around for fame You went and took a chance On the real thing ( * Repeat ) ( ** Repeat ) .