Hot Tar On Spanish Town Road

Paroles de « Hot Tar On Spanish Town Road »

Intro: drums only

Verse

Half eleven, Spanish Town Road,
di tar truck park up wid him load,
foreman name Delroy, forty-two year,
him shovel head polish like a mirror hold up to him ear.
Four man pon di crew, one bucket, one pipe,
di white line dem haffi finish before night.
Steam come off di road like di kettle still deh pon fire,
same heat pon him shoulder, same heat pon him neck, climb higher.

Chorus

Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.
Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.

Verse

Water bottle pass from hand to hand,
Winston drink two, pass it to di young man,
young one name Kemar, nineteen, first week,
him glove burn through already, him never speak.
Delroy spread it out, two inch, nice and flat,
knee pon di gravel, sun pon him back.
Bottle done by one, dem fill it from di tap,
di van door open, him hang him shirt pon di flap.

Chorus

Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.
Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.

[Toast]
Twenty-two year him deh pon dis road,
him know every pothole from here to Six Mile,
him know which stretch wash out when di rain come down,
him know di bwoy ride bicycle 'round twelve, sell bag juice,
twenty dollar, cold, him buy two.
Boot off at four, two stone drop out,
same boot, same lace, seven year now.
Him fold di fifty, push it inna di sock,
hat pon him head, him never look back pon di work.

Verse

Six o'clock di light go orange and low,
di roller pass one time, slow,
Kemar sit pon di kerb wid him hand inna him hair,
Delroy nuh say nutten, just stand up dere.
Dem pack di shovel, lock di pipe pon di side,
di truck pull off, Kemar get a ride.
Shirt dry stiff wid salt pon di shoulder seam,
di road behind dem black and even and clean.

Chorus

Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.
Hot tar, one shovel, one pipe.

Outro

Him lean di shovel up against di gate.