A (E) callused right hand
Holds a (A) shiny gold (E) watch
For (B) thirty years sp(A)ent on the (E) clock
But you won't see no tears
From this (A) workin' class (E) hero
He's (B) always been (A) hard as a (B) rock
But he (E) knows he's too old
To (A) really start (E) over
Bes(B)ides he just (A) wouldn't know (E) how
I guess he's just glad
That (A) he's not al(E)one
But (B) he's got to (A) wonder what (E) now
'Cause there's (A) no hall of (D) fame for that (E) working class hero
No (A) statute (D) carved out of st(E)one
And his (A) greatest re(D)ward is the (E) love of a woman
And his (D) children
So after he's (E) gone
That old (D) working class (E) hero lives (A) on
That (E) three-bedroom house
He (A) built in the (E) '50s
(B) Seems so much (A) bigger to(E)day
With just him and mama
And (A) not many (E) bills
'Cause (B) all of the (A) kids moved a(E)way
What he's (E) done with his life
Might (A) not be re(E)membered
But he's (B) got every (A) right to be (E) proud
'Cause the blood sweatin' years
Of this (A) workin' class (E) hero
Is (B) really what (A) livin's a(E)bout
Repeat Chorus
That (D) working class (E) hero lives (A) on
That (D) working class (E) hero lives (A) on