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 [bad word] 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