Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mighty Man, artist - Mark Knopfler. Date of issue: 08.03.2015
Song language: English
Mighty Man |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| That’s your mighty man, son |
| Your mighty man |
| 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 |
| 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 |