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