Poor Boy

I used to drive my truck 'cross the train tracks
 A hard day's work piled up in the back
 Muddy boots and a grease stained Atlanta Braves cap, yeah
 I was just a poor boy
 I felt a little outta place on your front porch
 The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door
 Everything he didn't say told me he wasn't sure
 'Bout this poor boy
 But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
 You didn't care that I came from nothin'
 All I could give you was my love and
 The key to the heart
 Of a poor boy
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 I'd crack a smile when them rich boys would look our way
 I knew that they were thinkin', "Man, there ain't no way"
 He can't keep her happy, no, that girl won't ever stay
 With that poor boy
 But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
 You didn't care that I came from nothin'
 All I could give you was my love and
 The key to the heart
 Of a poor boy, yeah, yeah
 Baby, we just kept on rockin' on
 In a beat up truck, a Keith Whitley song
 Girl, your heart of gold
 Proved 'em all wrong
 'Cause you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
 You didn't care that I came from nothin'
 All I could give you was my love and
 The key to the heart
 Of a poor boy
 I was just a poor boy
 You loved a poor boy, yeah, yeah