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
He'd be a poor man.... He'd be a poor man He'd be a poor man
he doesn't know.... oh, another day
another day
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