Knopfler, Mark - Mighty Man Lyrics




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
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





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  1. Eddie Mallin

    This song was inspired by a wonderful book called “I could read the sky” about Irish emigrants working the roads and factories of England. Worth checking out.

  2. Debjan Sengupta

    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
    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

  3. James Bruister

    this song is sad but i like it.

  4. RAIS - L'BHAR

    _THE GREAT TEACHER !_

  5. Cj Seymour

    World class tune.

  6. Ota Rada

    genius @-}--

  7. Petter Risa

    best song of the album. I wanna fuck it