Poor Man's Rose

It don't matter to her

She's seen it before

To her it all looks the same

She ain't the kind to always want more anyway

In an age where pride can feel a man's head

And Diamonds and gold say what needs to be said

I don't say much but my baby she understands



When I wonder why she loves me

She's always there to show me

She knows the value of a poor man's rose

Heaven knows I'm no caddilac man

maybe I'll never be

Sometimes it's hard but she always stands by me

When I wonder why she loves me

She's always there to show me

She knows the value of a poor man's rose

When I wonder why she loves me

She's always there to show me

She knows the value of a poor man's rose

Yeah she knows the value of a poor man's rose

the value of a poor man's rose