Diary of a Workingman

In a room all alone
 Waiiting by the telephone
 With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand
 So begins the diary of a working man
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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 realize it's just reality
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 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