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