It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

You're a muck that's why I had to cut you down What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling? You run with the wolves while I hunt like a hound You run with the wolves, shout it out loud You run with the wolves You run, you run with the wolves You're

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah (Just rain on me) I'm sorry I didn't answer I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else That's why I didn't answer How about I just call you next time? Why is it that when I don't answer You think I'm with

Homeless child What is left For the homeless child Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',

Please return my call Girl I need you to, Please return my call cause I'm sorry And I need to hear from you I was wrong that's why I Girl I need you to Promise I regret it all Only we know what I lost I just wanna talk

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Now I don't really care what you call me I bet they knew as soon as they saw me All she wrote, all she wrote Just as long as you don't call me bro' "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it