I sat in me wagon and broiled
in the sun
I've been snowed up in shop
on the Manchester run
And crawled through the fog
with me twenty-two ton
Of fish that kept stinking
like blazes
From London to Glasgow to
the Newcastle keys
Liverpool, Leeds, and Bristol
city
The pavannes on the road give
the thumb sign to me
'Cause I'm champion at keeping
'em rolling
You may sing of your sailors
and soldiers so bold
But many and many a hero's
untold
Who sits by a wheel 'neath
the heat and the cold
Day after day without sleeping
So watch out for cops, slow
down at the bends
Check all your gauges and
watch your big ends
And zig with your lights when
you pass an old friend
If you're champion at keeping
'em rolling
© by Eway MacColl
Marco Giunco |
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