They regard me as a rich man's son from a rich manor
'Rich' on everybody's lips
But I'm just a farm labourer
But i've got a spirit of a handsome guy
The road is narrow compared to fields
But this is my point of view:
When your girl caresses you
You can't be but nothing but lucky.
Here's my right hand
Here's my tender heart
They are the only things you'll get from me
Here's my right hand
Here's my tender heart
They are the only things you'll get from me
When a poor loves a rich
It's bad i see
And your family talks about nothing but money
And they regard me as a poor man
'Poor' on everybody's lips
But i've got a spirit of a handsome guy
And to me the world is a farm labourer
Here's my right hand
Here's my tender heart
the only things you'll get from me...