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 ). .