Текст песни Alan Jackson - Working Class Hero
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A callused right handHolds a shiny gold watchFor thirty years spent on the clockBut you won`t see no tears>From this workin` class heroHe`s always been hard as a rockBut he knows he`s too oldTo really start overBesides he just wouldn`t know howI guess he`s just gladThat he`s not aloneBut he`s got to wonder what now`Cause there`s no hall of fame for that working class heroNo statute carved out of stoneAnd his greatest reward is the love of a womanAnd his childrenSo after he`s goneThat old working class hero lives onThat three-bedroom houseHe built in the `50sSeems so much bigger todayWith just him and mamaAnd not many bills`Cause all of the kids moved awayWhat he`s done with his lifeMight not be rememberedBut he`s got every right to be proud`Cause the blood sweatin` yearsOf this workin` class heroIs really what livin`s about`Cause there`s no hall of fame for that working class heroNo statute carved out of stoneAnd his greatest reward is the love of a womanAnd his childrenSo after he`s goneThat old workin` class hero lives onYes, that workin` class hero lives onThat workin` class hero lives on