Blitzen Trapper - Working on the Highway lyrics
[Blitzen Trapper - Working on the Highway lyrics]
Friday night's pay night
Guys fresh outta work
Yeah we'll be talking 'bout the weekend
Scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families
Some looking to get hurt
Some going down to the Stovall
Wearing trouble on their shirts
Well I work for the county out on old I5
All day long I hold a red flag
And watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture
Of my pretty little miss someday, mister
I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway
Well I met her at a dance down the union hall
She was standing with her brothers
Back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down
The union tracks
One day I looked straight at her
And she looked straight back
So I'm working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway the highway, yes
Well I saved up my money and
I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but
We didn't have much to say
"Son, can't you see that she's
Just a little girl?
She don't know nothing 'bout this cruel
Cruel world" we lit out down to Florida
We got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her
And they took me in a black-and-white, yes
Prosecutor kept the promise that he
Made on that day and the judge got mad and
He put me straight away
So now I wake up every morning
To the work bell clang
Me an' the warden go swingin' on
The Charlotte County road gang
Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working
On the highway, yes
The highway
Guys fresh outta work
Yeah we'll be talking 'bout the weekend
Scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families
Some looking to get hurt
Some going down to the Stovall
Wearing trouble on their shirts
Well I work for the county out on old I5
All day long I hold a red flag
And watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture
Of my pretty little miss someday, mister
I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway
Well I met her at a dance down the union hall
She was standing with her brothers
Back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down
The union tracks
One day I looked straight at her
And she looked straight back
So I'm working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway the highway, yes
Well I saved up my money and
I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but
We didn't have much to say
"Son, can't you see that she's
Just a little girl?
She don't know nothing 'bout this cruel
Cruel world" we lit out down to Florida
We got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her
And they took me in a black-and-white, yes
Prosecutor kept the promise that he
Made on that day and the judge got mad and
He put me straight away
So now I wake up every morning
To the work bell clang
Me an' the warden go swingin' on
The Charlotte County road gang
Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working
On the highway, yes
The highway