In a room all alone waiting by the telephone    With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand    So begins the diary of a working man       He'd been poor man all his life    And just when things were going right    Some stranger takes his woman away    He doesn't know if he'll see, oh, another day    Oh, another day       Time has come and he was right,    It was a cold and rainy night    And he thought for sure she would follow    But it won't be the same, no tomorrow       Now here's a man glory bound    In a pool of dreams about to drown    If he can just get through this night    Then maybe tomorrow things will work out right    Oh, will work out right       Well, with the pain in his blood    He'd love to take her if he could    And as he wakes with a scream    To only it's just reality       He woke with sweaty hands    Maybe there'll be a change in plans    With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand    So ends the diary of a workingman