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
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
And You didn't care that I came from nothin'
And 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