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