Lyrics

Oh yeah Oh yeah Working hard to make a living Bringing shelter from the rain A father's son left to carry on Blue denim in his vein Hoh hoh woh, he's a working class man Well he's a steel town disciple Oh he's a legend of his kind A running like a cyclone Across the wide Australian sky Oh hoh woh, he's a working class man, yeah, oh Believes in God and Elvis 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 Oh hoh, he's a working class man Well he loves a little woman You best not tell his wife Or she's gonna cut his balls off now With a six inch carving knife He ain't worried about tomorrow He just made up his mind A life's too short for burning bridges I take it one day at a time Oh oh, he's a working class man, oh Oh oh, well he's a working class man Oh yeah Yes he is, alright He's a working class man Oh Oh ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma I tell you he's a working class man Working class (working class man) yeah Yes he is (working class, working class man) Oh, a working class man (Working class, working class man) oh Yes he is (Working class, working class man) I tell you he's a working class man Working class, thank you for coming (working class man) (Working class, working class man) (Working class, working class man) (Working class, working class man)
Writer(s): John Whitehill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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