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