Working Class Man Songtext
von Catherine Britt

I′m a writer, strum the guitar
And a singer of songs
Long gone rambler from Still City
I play all night long
He does something I don't get
He works all day long
Always running place to place
Listening to rock ′n' roll songs

We don't make much sense on paper
From his love I will never waver

I love my working class man
(My working class man, my working class man)
Oh, how I love my working class man
(My working class man)


I′m a loner, traveling soldier
Maverick maiden you see
No need to settle or slow down
Hillbilly girl like me
He′s a zealous, honest man
He has all he needs
Free lover, kind at heart
Dresses better than me

We don't make much sense on paper
From his love I will never waver

I love my working class man
(My working class man, my working class man)
Oh, how I love my working class man
(My working class man)

Oh, how I love my working class man
(My working class man, my working class man)
Oh yes, I love my working class man