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