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A callused right hand |
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Holds a shiny gold watch |
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Thirty years spent on clock |
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But you won't see no tears |
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This workin' class hero |
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He's always been hard as a rock |
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He knows he's too old |
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To really start over |
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Besides he just wouldn't know how |
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But I guess he's just glad |
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That he's not alone |
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But he's got to wonder what now' |
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Cause there's no hall of fame |
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For that working class hero |
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No statue carved out of stone |
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His greatest reward is the love of a woman |
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And his children, so after he's gone |
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That old working class hero lives on |
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That three-bedroom house |
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He built in the '50s |
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Seems much bigger today |
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With just him and mama |
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And not many bills' |
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Cause all of the kids moved away |
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What he's done with his life |
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Might not be remembered |
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But he's got every right to be proud' |
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Cause the blood sweatin' years |
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Of this workin' class hero |
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Is really what livin's about' |
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Cause there's no hall of fame |
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For that working class hero |
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No statue carved out of stone |
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His greatest reward is the love of a woman |
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And his children so after he's gone |
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That old workin' class hero lives on |
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Yes, that workin' class hero lives on |
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That workin' class hero lives on |