Diary of a Workingman

In a room all alone

Waiting by the telephone

With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand

So begins the diary of a working man

He'd been a poor man all his life

And just when things were going right

Some stranger takes his woman away

He doesn't know if he'll see

Oh, another day

Oh, another day

Ooh

Ooh

Time has come and he was right

It was a cold and rainy night

And he thought for sure she would follow

But it won't be the same, no

Tomorrow

Now here's a man glory bound

In a pool of dreams about to drown

If he can just get through this night

Then maybe tomorrow things

Will work out right

Oh, will work out right

Well, with the pain in his blood

He'd love to take her if he could

And as he wakes with a scream

To only realize it's just reality

Ooh

Ah

He woke with sweaty hands

Maybe there'll be a change in plans

With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand

So ends the diary of a workingman