The Driver’s Song Songtext
von Ewan MacColl

Come all ye′ gallant drivers
Where ever you may be
Whether you drive a euclit or 54-RV
Keep your hands upon the leafers
Cutt and fill a steady load
And take it nice and steady boys
Diggin' up the road


We built a hundred airfields
In the snow, and wind, and rain
Built atomic powerstations
More damms than i can name
We′ve plowed through rock and swampland
Moved mountains by the load
Now we're going nice and steady boys
Diggin' up the road

When your diggin′ days is over
And you′ve loaded your last tonne
When your cab's been broken up for scrap
And your RB-10 won′t run
When you've had your last stamp on your card
And reached your last abode
For a long time there′ll be people
Travelin' on your road