THE HOT ASPHALT As The Pogues performed it. (Ewan McColl)
You can talk about the concrete, and the boys who work the train The fellas in the hoppers, in the sun, and wind, and rain The boys who lay the blacktop, you ought to see them belt We're workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt
There were boys from Connemara, Countys Mayo, and Kildare The Sligo pincher kiddies, sure all Ireland was there. We were working all around the clock, you should have seen us belt We were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt
Chorus: We laid it in the hollows boys, and we laid it in the flats And if it doesn't last forever, then I swear I'll ate me hat I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt
We spread it in the summer, and we rolled it nice hot Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot And The sun was blazing down; I thought me back would melt Working on the Motor highway, laying the hot asphalt
Chorus
When you're speeding in your motor car and tearing through the Shires And the only thing you're hearing is the humming of your tires You'll be riding soft and easy, with a road as smooth as felt Then it's don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt