The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough

From time to time a nickel on a race keeps him from giving up



A blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street

But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me



The work slowed down and the one day

The foreman laid me off

That night in a tavern down on my last dime

I met a girl from Arkensal



Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock

She had a mansion on white collared street

The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me



From city to city, and state to state, I get her in shame

My Washington woman had six months left

Before out child would bring her pain



That Arkensal woman hurt me

As we crossed the Arkensal line

But the arms of Seattle

Are the arms that kept huggin' mine



For year I have basked in expensive wines

Taste champagne every day

I gave up all the things I loved

For all these things I hate



I locked up all of her forgiveness, the day I set myself free

And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me



My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while

Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child

All but words, the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy

And there's a silence between

My Arkensal woman and me