England's Motorway - Blue Highway

Come my little son and I will tell you what to do Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale IÕll tell to you

ItÕs all about your Daddy son, HeÕs a man you seldome see

For heÕs had to roam far away from home

Far away from you and me Ch) But remember lad, heÕs still your Dad

though heÕs workinÕ far away

in the cold and heat, 40 hours a week

on EnglandÕs motorway

2) Sure weÕd like to have him here--for sure it would be fine

To have him living here at home and be with us all the time

But beggars canÕt be choosers and weÕll have to bear the load

For we need the money your Daddy earns

A-workinÕ on the road

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3) When you fall and cut yourself and get up feeling bad

There isnÕt any use to go a-runninÕ to your Dad

For the only time since you were born thatÕs he had to spend with you

He was out on the line a-makinÕ his time

He was workinÕ on a crew