Sometimes I think I´m going crazy Staring at the same four walls Waiting for the working day to end
Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at you and tell you How I´ve done the work of ten to fifteen men How I´ve struggled for my money Sweated blood to get us by, yeah Well I´m tired of it honey Think I´m gonna have to leave here for a while
All you hear are hard luck stories And the ways I look at life And the way I think the world treats me And the way I treat my wife
I never seem to look at you And see that somewhere underneath A pair of tired eyes are crying out Well you know I work hard all day long Let me kiss you once with meaning
Just to kill this nagging doubt Well you don´t deny I do you proud And you expect me to be tired You say there´s no future in our lives While I persist I´m putting out the fire
All you hear are hard luck stories Just a few well chosen words `Cause you´re still the woman of a working man You´ve got the heart of a working girl