| Lyrics: | IN THE SIDINGS
(Cyril Tawney)
The pin-stripe boys have had their say,
A line
must go if it doesn't pay.
But I'm too old to move away,
I'm in the sidings
now.
I've worked this line for many a day,
I can name any driver a mile
away,
But that's no use when your hair turns grey,
I'm in the sidings
now.
Well, now I know how a wagon feels
When the grass comes creeping round its
wheels,
And its timbers turn to a woodworm's meals,
I'm in the sidings now.
So
I'll give my whistle one more blow,
Then I'll change my pole for a garden hoe,
My bogie
fires are burning low,
I'm in the sidings now.
Good business men have often
said,
Always trim your costs if you're in the red,
Well, come shake hands with an
overhead,
I'm in the sidings now.
If your money tree will bear no fruit,
Never
blame the man who tends the root,
But take your knife to the tender shoot,
I'm in the
sidings now.
Copyright Dick James Music Ltd.
Recorded by Killen, Gallant Lads are
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