Working Class Man versuri

Working Class Man lyrics by Catherine Britt

I am a writer; I strum the guitar and a singer of songs
Long gone rambler from steel 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 and roll songs

And we don’t make much sense on paper
But from his love, I will never waver
I love, my working class man
Oh how I love, my working class man

I’m a loner, travelling soldier, maverick maiden you see
No need to settle, or slow down, hillbilly girl I’d be

He’s a zealous, honest man he has all he needs
Free lover, kind at heart, dresses better than me

And we don’t make much sense on paper
But from his love, I will never waver
I love, my working class man
Oh how I love, my working class man

And we don’t make much sense on paper
But from his love, I will never waver
I love, my working class man
Oh how I love, my working class man