REO Speedwagon Son Of A Poor Man on Vinyl with Lyrics in Description

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Track 7 from their third album released in 1973 copyright Epic Records. This album saw the departure of lead vocalist & rhythm guitarist Kevin Cronin due to "creative differences" with Gary Richrath and the introduction of lead vocalist & rhythm guitarist Mike Murphy. The album achieved Platinum status in 1989. Recorded from the original vinyl. Written by Gary Richrath and produced by Bill Halverson. RIP Gary Richrath & Gregg Philbin. Featuring:

Mike Murphy - Lead vocals & rhythm guitars
Gary Richrath - Lead & rhythm guitars
Neal Doughty - Keyboards
Gregg "Regis" Philbin - Bass & background vocals
Alan Gratzer - Drums & background vocals
Special Guests:
Joe Walsh - Slide guitar on "Whiskey Night," "Open Up" & "Start a New Life"
Gene Estes - Percussion
Guille Garcia - Percussion
Gloria Jones - Background vocals
Carolyn Willis - Background vocals
Oma Drake - Background vocals

Hometown lady, leavin' for the city
Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
A last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leavin'

But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely, you just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home

Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show
Painted lips and fingers singin' for the world
A fashion plate for sure, dancin' for your plastic world
Call me up if you can, but if not, well, I understand

But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely, you just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home

Hometown lady leavin' for the city
Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
A last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leavin'

But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely, you just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man, and the son of a poor man will bring ya
and the son of a poor man will bring you down