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