text: Sometimes I think Im 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 Ive done the work of ten to fifteen men
  How Ive struggled for my money
  Sweated blood to get us by, yeah
  Well Im tired of it honey
  Think Im 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 dont deny I do you proud
  And you expect me to be tired
  You say theres no future in our lives
  While I persist Im putting out the fire
  All you hear are hard luck stories
  Just a few well chosen words
  Cause youre still the woman of a working man
  Youve got the heart of a working girl