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