Letra de Mighty Man - Mark Knopfler

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
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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

That�s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That�s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man