diary of a workingman

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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 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, 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 realize 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