Working Class Hero — текст песни (Alan Jackson)





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 workin` class hero
He`s always been hard as a rock

But 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
But 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
And 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 `50s
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 sweatin` years
Of this workin` class hero
Is really what livin`s about

`Cause there`s no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he`s gone
That old workin` class hero lives on

Yes, that workin` class hero lives on
That workin` class hero lives on



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