Alan Jackson

A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you won't see no tears
>From this workin' class hero
He's always been hard as a rock
But he knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
But he's got to wonder what now
'Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
That three-bedroom house
He built in the '50s