A calloused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you won't see no tears
From this working class hero
He's always been hard as a rock
But he knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
But he's got to wonder what now
There's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statues carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
Well,that three-bedroom house
He built in the '50s
Seems so much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
Cause all of the kids moved away
What he's done with his life
Might not be remembered
But he's got every right to be proud
Cause the blood sweatin' years
Of this working class hero
It's really what livin's about
Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statues carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
Yea, that old working class hero lives on
Writer(s): Donald R. Sampson, Alan Eugene Jackson
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