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