Smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes, I'm watching the needle falling away and singing the eight freight blues. Well, we're running late in a sorry state on eighty-two-fifteen She's overdue for boiler work and I can't get her to steam. With a thousand tons of coal behind and a tender full of slag Me mates sent me to Coventry and they just won't answer back Across the cab the driver sits and he's staring straight ahead He's not spoken to me for eighteen months since I started out of the shed He's drawn a line across the cab for each of us to stand Since he found I'd joined the NUR(1) while he was a ASLEF(2) man I filed her thin and piled it in but still she would not go When the water dropped I forced a stop on the mainline for a blow I smashed the clinker, cleaned the fire, tried every trick I know With a rake and dart, but that old fart blames me for all our woes With a one and sixty climb ahead and the water out of sight We'll have to stop and blow her up for the second time tonight The load comes on the engine and the starter's showing green. I'm looking for the banker but no banker's to be seen The driver comes from Motherwell, his face I can't abide He only knows full forward gear with the regulator wide I can't touch his injector, and mine is short of breath I wish his balls would turn to bulldogs and bite the sod to death
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This song plays in my head whenever im late for school
we gettin' outta the colliery yard with this one
The song that plays when trying to do a fast freight.
Smoke in my eyes, soot in my hair, cinders in my shoes,
I'm watching the needle falling away
and singing the eight freight blues.
Well, we're running late in a sorry state on eighty-two-fifteen
She's overdue for boiler work and I can't get her to steam.
With a thousand tons of coal behind and a tender full of slag
Me mates sent me to Coventry and they just won't answer back
Across the cab the driver sits and he's staring straight ahead
He's not spoken to me for eighteen months
since I started out of the shed
He's drawn a line across the cab for each of us to stand
Since he found I'd joined the NUR(1) while he was a ASLEF(2) man
I filed her thin and piled it in but still she would not go
When the water dropped I forced a stop on the mainline for a blow
I smashed the clinker, cleaned the fire, tried every trick I know
With a rake and dart, but that old fart blames me for all our woes
With a one and sixty climb ahead and the water out of sight
We'll have to stop and blow her up for the second time tonight
The load comes on the engine and the starter's showing green.
I'm looking for the banker but no banker's to be seen
The driver comes from Motherwell, his face I can't abide
He only knows full forward gear with the regulator wide
I can't touch his injector, and mine is short of breath
I wish his balls would turn to bulldogs and bite the sod to death
ME AND THEY BOIS AND NO FANS OF THE DRIVER IN THIS HOUSE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
If you’ve ever fired a steam loco, this is spot on
Me at 5:00Am
2:24
2:30
Me At 2:31
Me doing a fast freight on an 8f