Tough All Over - John Cafferty

Well, she’s waiting for the bus

Down on the boulevard

Pretty little working girl

She ain’t got no fancy clothes

Don’t drive no fancy car

She’s the waitress

At the bar and grill

She’s on her own now

He left and went away

He really broke her heart

It just worked out that way

Well, all over and all over

Things are tough all over

Well, all over and all over

Things, things are tough all over

Well, he’s drinking at the bar

Down by the old boat yard

He sits and he talks to strangers

The factory laid him off

And life’s been getting hard

It’s enough to make a good man bad

He’s got that look in his eye

There’s just no words to say

It’s tough to swallow your pride

Each and every day

Heres one for the broken hearted

It’s tough just to get things started

All over again, all over again

He’s got that look in his eye

There’s just no words to say

It’s tough to swallow your pride

Each and every day

Things are tough all over

Things are tough all over

Things are tough all over

Things are tough all over…