Ridin' The Storm Out Lyrics - 1974
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.
