Working Man Lyrics

Let me tell you first hand 'bout my working man
He's always working as hard as he can
He comes home late and he rises up early
I'd trade all his treasures for one day of his love
At one and twenty there's plenty of time
For walking together hand in hand
But, no memories can burn in the hearth of a home
When you're married to a working man
He's obsessed with a mistress whose name is business
A maiden so fair and green

With each morning's alarm she wraps him in her arms
And woo's him away from me
Was it the lines of time or was it something I said
That drove him away from me
Lord, I'd rip off the collar of that devil called the dollar
If it'd bring my working man back to me...
His face is long at the end of the day...
Oh, what a long day it's been...
Oh, the ties that bind...
One lover to another
Have kept me here for him