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, [bad word] 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