I curse at you and tell you
A pair of tired eyes are crying out
Let me kiss you once with meaning
Then I get home so wasted, worn out
Well, you know I work hard all day long
And the way I think the world treats me
How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men
'Cause you're still the woman of a working man
And the ways I look at life
And the ways I look at life
All you hear are hard luck stories
And the way I treat my wife
Sweated blood to get us by, yeah
Waiting for the working day to end
You say there's no future in our lives
And the ways I look at life
I never seem to look at you
Just to kill this nagging doubt
And see that somewhere underneath
And you expect me to be tired
Just a few well chosen words
Well, you don't deny I do you proud
Think I'm gonna have to leave here for a while
And the way I think the world treats me
You've got the heart of a working girl
Well, I'm tired of it, honey
And the way I think the world treats me
While I persist I'm putting out the fire
How I've struggled for my money
All you hear are hard luck stories
And the way I treat my wife
All you hear are hard luck stories
All you hear are hard luck stories
