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 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



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 it's just reality



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