Push for PORTER

R
izquierdaEngland's Motorwayderecha

Ewan MacColl

YouTube

Come my little son and I will tell you what to do
Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale I'll tell to you
It's all about your Daddy son, He's a man you seldom see
For he's had to roam far away from home
Far away from you and me

But remember lad, he's still your Dad
Though he's workin' far away
In the cold and heat, all the hours of the week
On England's motorway

When you fall and cut yourself and get up feeling bad
There isn't any use to go a-runnin' for your Dad
For the only time since you were born that's he had to spend with you
He was out of a job and we hadn't a bob - He was signing on the brew

Sure we'd like your Daddy here--for sure it would be fine
To have him working nearer home and be with us all the time
But beggars can't be choosers and we'll have to bear the load
For we need the money your Daddy earns a-workin' on the road

Remember laddie he's still your dad
And he'll soon be home to stay
For a week or two with me and you
When he's built the motorway



Song