Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
England's Motorway / Come My Little Son
| C | F | C |
Come | my little | son and I will tell you what to | do, |
| F | C | Am |
Undress yourself,get | into bed and a | tale I'll tell to | you |
| C | F | C | Am |
Its | all about your | daddy he's a | man you seldom | see, |
| C | F | C |
For he's | had to roam | away from home,away from | me and you. |
(Chorus)
But remember lad he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and heath eightyhours a week,
On England's motorway.
Sure we'd like your daddy home,sure it would be fine,
To have him working nearer home,to see him all the time,
But beggers cant be choosers son,and we have to bear our load,
For we need the money your daddy earns,
A working on the roads.
When you fall and hurt yourself and get a feeling bad,
It isn't any good to go a-running for your da,
For the only time since you were born,that he had to spend with you,
He was out of a job and he had'nt a bob,he was signing on the brew,
(Chorus)
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