Working Class Man Songtext
von Adam Brand and The Outlaws

Working hard to make a living
Bringing shelter from the rain
A father′s son left to carry on
Blue denim in his veins
Whoa-oh-oh, he's a working class man

He′s a steel town disciple
He's a legend of his time
He's running like a cyclone
′Cross the wild mid western sky
Oh-oh-oh, he′s a working class man


He believes in God and Elvis
He gets out when he can
He did his time in Vietnam
Still mad at Uncle Sam
He's a simple man
With a heart of gold
In a complicated land
Oh, he′s a working class man

Well he loves his little woman
Someday he'll make his wife
Saving all the overtime
For the one love of his life

He ain′t worried about tomorrow
'Cause he just made up his mind
Life′s too short for burning bridges
I take it one day at a time
Whoa-oh-oh, he's a working class man

Whoa-oh-oh, he's a working class man (working class, working class man)
He′s a working class man (working class, working class man)
He′s a working class man (working class, working class man, I tell ya)
He's a working class man (working class, working class man)

Working hard to make a living
Bringing shelter from the rain
A father′s son left to carry on
Blue denim in his veins