Baby if you really love me

Baby if you really love me
You had better understand
That the silver in your pocket
Aint no measure of a man
*And though the fortunes of our fathers
We aspire to rise above
When youre born into a breed 
Youre signed in blood*

**Im a poor mans son
Workin all night long
Got a bad guitar 
And a simple song
Youre a rich mans daughter 
Look at what youve 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