Text: Survivor. Poor Man's Son.

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
You 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

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
I?m a poor man's son, I?m a poor man's son
Poor man's son, I?m a poor man's son, I?m a poor man's son

I?m a poor man's son
I?m a poor man's son
I?m a poor man's son
I?m a poor man's son