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