Lyrics:

Working hard to make a living
Bringing shelter from the rain
A father's son left to carry on
Blue denim in his veins
Oh, he's a working class man
Well, he's a steel town disciple
He's a legend of his kind
He's running like a cyclone
Across the wild midwestern sky
Oh, he's a working class man
(Whoa) He believes in God and Elvis
(Whoa) He gets out when he can
(Whoa) He did his time in Vietnam
Still mad at Uncle Sam
(Whoa) He's a simple man
With a heart of gold
In a complicated land
Oh, he's a working class man
Well, he loves a little woman
Someday he'll make his wife
Saving all the overtime
For the one love of his life

He ain't worried about tomorrow
'Cause he just made up his mind
Life's too short for burning bridges
Take it one day at a time
Oh, he's a working class man
Oh, he's a working class man
Oh yeah
Yes he is
Well, he's a working class man, oh
Ma ma 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) Yes he is
(Working class, working class man)
I wanna tell you he's a working class man
(Working class, working class man) Ma ma ma
(Working class, working class man)
I tell you he's a working class man
(Working class, working class man) Oh yeah