Sometimes I think I'm going crazy 
Staring at the same four walls 
Waiting for the working day to end 
Then I get home so wasted, worn out 
I curse at you and tell you 
How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men 
How I've struggled for my money 
Sweated blood to get us by, yeah 
Well I'm tired of it honey 
Think I'm gonna have to leave here for a while 
 
All you hear are hard luck stories 
And the ways I look at life 
And the way I think the world treats me 
And the way that I treat my wife 
 
I never seem to look at you 
And see that somewhere underneath 
A pair of tired eyes are crying out 
Well you know I work hard all day long 
Let me kiss you once with meaning 
Just to kill this nagging doubt 
Well you don't deny I do you proud 
And you expect me to be tired 
You say there's no future in our lives 
While I persist I'm putting out the fire 
 
All you hear are hard luck stories 
Just a few well chosen words 
'Cause you're still the woman of a working man 
You've got the heart of a working girl