Hard Shoulder

I've got latches for windows, handles for doors

Grinders and scrapers and sanders for floors



Rake for the gravel, chains for the snow

Always got the shovel, you never know

I never thought you'd go



Man's broken down, man's broken down

On the slip road, got a slip load

And it's a hard shoulder to cry on



Hacksaws and hammers, brushes and mop

And I've got the ladders up on the top



If something needs doing, I always say

You want it done the proper way

I need you to stay



Man's broken down, man's broken down

On the slip road, got a slip load

And it's a hard shoulder to cry on



Give me a minute, we'll be going again

Sound as a bell, bright as rain, bright as rain



And it's a hard shoulder to cry on, to cry on