[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

That’s your mighty man, son

Your mighty man

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

And I could stand up on a 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

[Chorus]

That’s your mighty man, son

Your mighty man

That’s your mighty man, son

Your mighty man