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 manHe'd been a 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 dayTime 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 tomorrowNow 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 rightWell, 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, ohHe 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