Hot Asphalt Lyrics

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

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We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, then I swear I'll eat 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 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
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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 don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt

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