Navvy, The
| Andy McLarney |
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| My breath is white my hands are blue A pickaxe in my hand and I�m tunnelling through I won�t be home for summer for the journey is too far And the good lord knows that I�m a missing you I left my home, my wife and children all Seeking better wages, I travelled off abroad I went to seek my fortune as a navvy for the state It�s a call I want to end, but it�s all too late My hands are scarred, my back is bent I�m writing in my diary in this worn out tent The whisky tastes like water and the soup it tastes the same And I know the grass is greener from where I came The explosion of the granite still ringing in my ears I�m packing down the charges once again I�ve been working on this railroad for nearly half my life And I wonder when this work will ever end Yes I wonder when this work will ever end My breath is white my hands are blue A pickaxe in my hand and I�m tunnelling through I won�t be home for summer for the journey is too far And the good lord knows that I�m a missing you And the good lord knows that I�m a missing you Yes the good lord knows that I�m a missing you This page has been viewed 3810 times © |
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