[Verse 1] A room on the top floor And the chest all but knackered Two fingers not working And the backs shot to hell Its a lifetime of digging trenches In the cold and wet weather And for laying half the roadway In England as well Youd finish in the one place It was straight to the next one And you never could settle And you were always alone Just a drifter in limbo I was best off away, son Just one of the thousands Who could never go home
[Chorus] Thats your mighty man, son Your mighty man
[Verse 2] Well, the boat and the train ride In a misty November We had the worst of the lodgings And we hated the subs Mas face on the leaving I will always remember And we wouldnt get paid Until they had closed up their pubs
[Verse 3] And I could stand up on horseback Was the man for the singing Put my hand up for boxing At the fairground on the heath I could play my accordion And charm all of the women And dance round the taproom With a chair in my teeth