hard shoulder
from 'get lucky'

I’ve got latches for windows, handles for doors
Grinders and scrapers and sanders for floors
Rake for the gravel, chains for the snow
Always got the shovel - you never know
I never thought you’d go

Man’s broken down
Man’s broken down on the slip road
Got a slipped load
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on

Hacksaws and hammers, brushes and mop
Then I’ve got the ladders up on the top
If something needs doing, I always say
You want it done the proper way
I need you to stay

Man’s broken down
Man’s broken down on the slip road
Got a slipped load
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on

Give me a minute we’ll be going again
Sound as a pound, right as rain
- right as rain
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on
- to cry on

haul away
from 'privateering'

It was a windless night when you left the ship
You never were a steady bold one
I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
I′m a living man and you′re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home

My love′s as fair as a girl can be
My wedding ring is a heavy gold one
Now you lie alone in the deep dark sea
I′m a living man and you′re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home

The morning brings, Lord, a fresh young breeze
To fill our sails and end the doldrums
Our lucky ship speeds across the sea
I′m a living man and you′re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home

heart of oak
from 'tracker'

And how he used to thrill the crowd
The ready eye with bat and ball
The village fighter, heavy browed
The Englishman who had it all
A mighty shoulder to the wheel
To join in battle with the best
The iron arm, the will of steel
And heart of oak to mourn the rest

A power harnessed to the game
Once yoked and tempered fades away
The willing arm, the steady aim
The youth and fire that won the day
As twilight shadows dim the field
The ageing fighter stands bereft
With just the will to never yield
And heart of oak to mourn what s left

heavy up
from 'down the road wherever'

Your slack-jawed dimness is our loss
Condemns us to your point of view
Who could give a flying toss
What you like to chill out to?
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I? Why should I?

You grunt and root your patch of earth
Adrift from shame and deaf to sound
How much is your praise really worth?
About the same as your thumbs down
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I? Why should I?

So heavy up, heavy up for me
Heavy up, heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up, heavy up for me

What would it take
To get you to shut it?
I’d so love it

And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I? Why should I?

So heavy up, heavy up for me
Heavy up, heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up, heavy up for me

You won’t of course, you will be heard
Ah, but at least a man can dream
I’m afraid, alas, the turd
Who thinks he’s an ice cream
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I? Why should I?

So heavy up, heavy up for me
Heavy up, heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up, heavy up for me

Yeah, heavy up, heavy up for me
Heavy up, heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up, heavy up for me

he's the man
from 'a shot at glory'

What he got
The others have not
He's the man
I said what he got
The others have not
He's the man

Has to be done
To be number one
When the (? is down)
He'll turn it around
'cause first there's the best
And then there's the rest
And he's the man

He's the man
He's the man
He's the man

He's the man
He's the man
He's the man

What he got
The others have not
He's the man
I said what he got
The others have not
And he's the man

Has to be done
To be number one
When the (? is down)
He'll turn it around
'cause first there's the best
And then there's the rest
And he's the man

He's the man
He's the man
He's the man

He's the man
He's the man
He's the man

First there's the best
And then there's the rest
And he's the man
First there's the best
And then there's the rest
He's the man

Yeah
He's the man

heart full of holes
from 'kill to get crimson'

You can tell me your troubles
I'll listen for free
My regulares trust me, it seems
You can come and see Uncle
to get through the week
leave your pledges with me to redeem
Some folk sell their bodies
for ten bob a go
Politicians go pawning their souls
Which doesn't make me
look too bad, don't you know
me, with my heart full of holes
All my yesterdays broken
a watch with no face
all battered and old
Bits of the movement
all over the place
and a heart full of holes
A heart full of holes
A heart full of holes

Brass knuckles and banjos
are out on the town
at the knees-up
in Teddy Boys' Row
The gold block and tackle
tells the time upside down
Rock n' roll - well, I don't know
Dead people's wedding gifts
walk out the door
A clarinet squeals to be free
Accordion hop
from the shelves to the floor -
start playing their polkas to me

There's a ringing of bells
a dunderhead's curse
Fingers are pointing at you
And you take work in hell
and be glad it's not worse
and you get to the back of the queue
Handcuffs and hunting knives
clang on the bars
Air pistols shoot out the lights
I've whole Wailing Wall
of electric guitars
could shatter the windows
down Brick Lane tonight

If one of us dies, love
I think I'll retire
see my boys and ny beautiful girls
A Garden of Eden
no gates or barbed wire
who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
Well, if we go to heaven
and some say we don't
but if there's a reckoning day
please god, I'll see you
and maybe I wont
I've a bag packed to go either way

Redeeming you pledge, dear
I'll keep it for you
It's not going to go anywhere
But your soul, your soul
that is not what I do
There's not a lot I can do there
I remember the officer's watch
in my hand
'Repair it or die' I was told
It's a wonder to me -
I still don't understand
why I ever survived to be old
with a heart full of holes
A heart full of holes
A heart full of holes

hill farmer's blues
from 'the ragpickers's dream'

I'm going into tow law
For what I need
Chain for the ripsaw
Killer for the weed
The dog's at the back door
Leave him be
Don't feed him jack
And don't wait up for me

Going into tow law
To fuel my fire
Shells for the twelve
And razor wire
The dog's at the back door
Leave him be
Don't do jack
And don't wait up for me

So bad so bad
So bad so bad

I'm going into tow law
To have my fun
Don't get me wrong
You were the only one
Behind my back lord
You made a fool of me
Don't do jack
And don't wait up for me

So bad so bad
So bad so bad

home boy
from 'get lucky'

Oh, home boy
Not exactly on the roll here
Just growing old here
Home boy

Oh, home boy
You've not been catching many waves here
Not been catching many trains
Out of here
Home boy

Never one to wonder
Never one to dream
Happy with the game of darts and the team
Can'e tear yourself away
Even for a holiday
Home boy

And you know every bend in every road
That takes you back to town
It's you're homeground

Never one to wonder
Never one to dream
Happy with a game of darts and the team
Can't tear yourself away
Even for a holiday
Home boy

Oh home boy
Not exactly on the roll here
Just growing old here
Home boy
Home boy

hot dog
from 'tracker'

I'm coming off your cooking
I'm coming off my food
I'm staring down this hot dog
And I'm in a fighting mood
Hot dog, it's either you or me
I guess the hot dog blues
Got a hold on me

Well I drink my coffee leaded
'Til I'm good to go
They tell me it ain't good for me
Maybe so
Hot dog, it's either you or me
I guess the hot dog blues
Got a hold on me

Well you're gonna give me trauble
I'm gonna stick around
Ain't no hot dog
Gonna run me out of town
Hot dog, it's either you or me
I guess the hot dog blues
Got a hold on me

hot or what
from 'privateering'

She came on the river
With a gift for me
I'm in way deep
That's how it has to be
It's hot in the desert
But I'm cool in the zone People call me lucky
But I say you make your own

I'm on a roll
Yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

This is outrageous
I got all kinds of stuff
Can I dodge bullets
And can I bluff
Hot shots keep on a' coming
Looking for a fight
But the names are going down
To the left and to the right

And I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

It gets dark at night
That's how it goes
It gets cold in winter
Don't be surprised if it snows
You wanna play Hold'em
With my friend Mr Chan
If you lose your stack, well
You sure can't blame the man

Ha! ha! ha!
Ha! ha! ha!
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

They play with me a while
I'll read 'em like a book
Let's go have a drink or two
And talk about the scalps I took
I got a big old stack
I had me a big old day
Tomorrow I go back
Gonna take it all the way

'Cos I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
I said I'm runnin’ hot, baby
Baby, am I hot or what?