A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you won't see no tears
From this working class hero
He's always been hard as a rock
He knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
He's got to wonder what now
Cause there's no hall of fame
For that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
His greatest reward
Is the love of a woman
And his children so after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
That three-bedroom house
He built in the 50's
Seems so much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
Cause all of the kids moved away
What he's done with his life
Might not be remembered
But he's got every right to be proud
Cause the blood sweating years
Of this working class hero
Is really what livings about
Cause there's no hall of fame
For that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
His greatest reward
Is the love of a woman
And his children so after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
Yes that working class hero lives on
That working class hero lives on