Eight freight blues - Dave Goulder 

This song plays in my head whenever im late for school

we gettin' outta the colliery yard with this one

ME AND THEY BOIS AND NO FANS OF THE DRIVER IN THIS HOUSE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

"With a rake and dart, but that's old fart. Blames me for all our woes." Good song line.

Me at 5:00Am

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 At 2:31

Me doing a fast freight on an 8f