Mighty Man

[Verse 1]
A room on the top floor
And the chest all but knackered
Two fingers not working
And the back’s shot to hell
It’s a lifetime of digging trenches
In the cold and wet weather
And for laying half the roadway
In England as well

[Verse 2]
You’d 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]
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man

[Verse 3]
Well, the boat and the train ride
In a misty November
We had the worst of the lodgings
And we hated the subs
Ma’s face on the leaving
I will always remember
And we wouldn’t get paid
Until they had closed up their pubs

[Verse 4]
And I could stand up on a 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

[Chorus]
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man