The Hot Asphalt
As performed by The Pogues on the Waiting For Herb demos 
Ewan MacColls original lyrics at the bottom of the page.


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

Chorus



THE HOT ASPHALT 
Original lyrics by: 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
Workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt

Chorus:
We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, 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

There were boys from Connemara, County Mayo, and Kildare
The Sligo pincher laddies, sure all Ireland was there.
We were working all around the clock, you should have seen them belt
We were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt

Chorus

We spread in the summer, and we laid it nice hot
Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot
The sun was blazing down; until I thought me back would melt
Working on the Motor highway, laying 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

Chorus