Working Class Man

Alright
Ah, yeah, yeah
Alright

Working hard to make a living
Bringing shelter from the rain
A father's son left to carry on
Blue denim in his veins
Oh-oh-whoa, he's a working class man
Oh, hey

Well, he's a steel town disciple
Well, he's a legend of his kind
A-running like a cyclone
Across the wide Australian sky
Oh-oh-whoa, he's a working class man, yeah

He believes in God and Elvis
He gets out when he can
He did his time in Vietnam
Still mad at Uncle Sam

He's a simple man
With a heart of gold
In a complicated land, yeah, alright, oh
He's a working class man
Oh yeah, my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my, huh

Well, he loves a little woman
But you best not tell his wife
Or she's gonna cut his balls off now
With a six-inch carving knife (two)

He ain't worried about tomorrow
'Cause he just made up his mind
Life's too short for burning, yeah
I take it one day at a time, oh, baby
Oh-oh, well, he's a working class man, oh
Oh-oh, he's a working class man, yeah

Oh yeah, thank you for coming, fucking great, oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well, he's a working class man, oh yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
I tell you, he's a working class man
Working class, working class man, oh
Oh yeah
Working class, working class man
I've got to tell you he's a working class man
Working class, working class man, oh, oh
Well, yes, he is
Working class, working class man

Thank you very much, see you later

(Working class, working class man)
(Working class, working class man)