| I’m up each day with the risin' sun
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| I’ve got a job and it must be done
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| I leave for work feelin' good,
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| 'Cause you’re on my mind
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| Each part of you help me pass the time
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| I’m a poor man’s son
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| Push, push, and on workin' with a smile
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| Just lovin' you makes it all worthwhile
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| I’ll get my pay like the rest
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| When the week is through
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| Gonna buy you something that pleases you
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| I’m poor man’s son
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| No man, rich or poor
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| Could ever love you any more, woo
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| I work my hand nearly to the bones
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| These thoughts of mine lever lets me go
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| I’m workin' hard every day,
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| For the things we plan
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| I’ll love you so, 'cause you understand
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| I’m a poor man’s son
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| That’s why I’m up every day with the risin' sun
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| I’ve got this job and it will be done
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| I’m a poor man’s son
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| I’m a poor man’s son
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| I’m a poor man’s son |