England's Motorway

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
 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