You can talk about the concrete, and the boys who work 
the train
The fellas in the hoppers, in the sun, and wind, and 
rain
The boys who lay the blacktop, you ought to see them 
belt
Workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt
There were boys from Connemara, County Mayo, and 
Kildare
The Sligo pincher kiddies, sure all Ireland was there.
We were working all around the clock, you should have 
seen his belt
As we were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt

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We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, then I swear I'll eat 
me hat
I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never 
felt
Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt

We spread in the summer, and we laid it nice hot
Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot
The sun was blazing down; until I thought me back would 
melt
Working on the Motor highway, laying hot asphalt
Chorus
When you're speeding in your motor car and tearing 
through the shires
And the only thing you're hearing is the humming of 
your tires
You'll be riding soft and easy, with a road as smooth 
as felt
Then don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt
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