He was obsessed with honest work
It was his way of life
That's why he got mad when the man came by
With his ripped jeans and his strife
He had a truck of stolen tools
Selling them for cheap
He went up to the business
Hoping for a sweep
He'd make himself miserable
And run himself dry
Before he bought those tools
From the man who passed by
Honest work was his motto
He wouldn't play games
This world is for the working man
That's how they know your name
He always had his seat belt fastened
And he drove in the right lane
He only drank water
And he never put his friends to shame
But every now and then
He'd linger toward the woman on the street
He'd stuff some cash in his pocket
Before closing his eyes and falling asleep
He snuck away in the summer
Entangled in the sheets
His wife at home, alone
Her love story complete
I'm an honest man, he told himself
I'm not running away
I'll tell my wife I love her
But with her heart I'll play
I need this for my soul
And the kids will never know
They will not lose their father
I'll stay and watch them grow
