Hometown Lady, Leavin' For The City

Bags In Hand, She's Boardin' The Train

Her Last Look Through The Window, I Saw Her Eyes Were As Red As Mine

I Waved Goodbye But I Can't Believe She's Leaving.



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

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 Singing For The World

A Fashion Plate For Sure Dancin' For Your Plastic World

Call Me Up If You Can But If Not Well I'll 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

Just Pick Up The Telephone

And The Son Of A Poor Man Will Bring You Home.