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