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 that 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