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
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I how I love, my working class man
Oh yes I love, my working class man