Hot Asphalt Lyrics And Chords
The sheet music /tin whistle tab for Hot Asphalt is in the Dubliners ebook of tabs
The sheet music and mandolin / banjo tab is included.The Dubliners. Another similar that was also sang by the late Luke Kelly is England's Motorway Song. - This folk song is credited to Ewan McColl, although Ewan did not write the original , which dates back to 1880's , this is his version, I'm sure the tune is Scottish, Anyway The Dubliners made it famous again, fair play' with Luke Kelly singing, Ronnie Drew on Guitar John Sheehan on fiddle and Barney McKenna on banjo. The second set of guitar chords are the one's that are played on the Dubliners youtube version. Also recorded by The Corries, The Wolfe Tones, The Pogues and The Dublin City Ramblers, Irish singer George Murphy, The Mary Wallopers. The youtube video is by The Dubliners [ lyrics ].
Here are the guitar chords as played by The Dubliners on the youtube video. They are only slightly different than the chords above.
Good [Em]evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you [D]well,
If you'll g[Em]ather all around me now the st[D]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Em]ot a situation and beg[G]orrah and beg[D]ob,
I can wh[Em]isper all the weekly wage of n[Em]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[G]elve months come October since I left me native home,
After helping the Killarney boys to [D]bring the harvest down.
But n[Em]ow I wear the geansai and around me waist a [D]belt.
I'm the g[Em]affer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt.
CHORUS:
Well, we [G]laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
And if it doesn't last forever sure I [D]swear I'll eat me hat,
Well, I've [Em]wandered up and down the world and sure I never [D]felt
any s[Em]urface that was equal to the hot asphalt.
Good [Em]evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you [D]well,
If you'll g[Em]ather all around me now the st[D]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Em]ot a situation and beg[G]orrah and beg[D]ob,
I can wh[Em]isper all the weekly wage of n[Em]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[G]elve months come October since I left me native home,
After helping the Killarney boys to [D]bring the harvest down.
But n[Em]ow I wear the geansai and around me waist a [D]belt.
I'm the g[Em]affer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt.
CHORUS:
Well, we [G]laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
And if it doesn't last forever sure I [D]swear I'll eat me hat,
Well, I've [Em]wandered up and down the world and sure I never [D]felt
any s[Em]urface that was equal to the hot asphalt.
[Verse 1] Chords in all the song
Good [Em]evening all me jolly lads, I'm [G]glad to find you [D]well,
If you'll g[Em]ather all around me now the st[D]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Em]ot a situation and beg[G]orrah and beg[D]ob,
I can wh[Em]isper all the weekly w[D]age of n[Em]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[G]elve months come October since I l[G]eft me native home,
After h[Em]elping the Killarney boys to br[D]ing the harvest down.
But n[Em]ow I wear the geansai and ar[G]ound me waist a b[D]elt,
I'm the g[Em]affer of the squad that m[D]akes the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 2]
The [Em]other night a copper comes and he [G]says to me: "Mc[D]Guire,
Would you k[Em]indly let me light me pipe down [D]at your boiler fire?"
And he [Em]planks himself right down in front, with [G]hobnails up, till [D]late,
And says [Em]I: "Me decent man, you'd b[D]etter go and find your b[Em]ate!"
He [G]ups and yells, "I'm down on you, I'm [G]up to all yer pranks,
Don't I [Em]know you for a traitor from the [D]Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I [Em]hit straight from the shoulder and I [G]gave him such a b[D]elt,
That I [Em]knocked him in the boiler full of [D]hot asph[Em]alt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 3]
We [Em]quickly dragged him out again and we [G]threw him in the t[D]ub,
And with s[Em]oap and warm water we be[D]gan to rub and scrub,
But d[Em]evil the thing, it hardened and it [G]turned him hard as st[D]one,
And with [Em]every other rub sure you could [D]hear the copper gr[Em]oan.
"I'm t[G]hinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's l[G]ooking like ould Nick,
And b[Em]urn me if I am not inclined to cl[D]aim him with me pick."
"Now", says [Em]I, "it would be 'asier to b[G]oil him till he m[D]elts,
And to [Em]stir him nice and 'asy in the [D]hot asph[Em]alt."
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 4]
You may [Em]talk about yer sailor lads, ball[G]ad singers and the r[D]est,
Your shoe[Em]makers and your tailors but we [D]please the ladies best.
The [Em]only ones who know the way their [G]flinty hearts to m[D]elt
Are the [Em]lads around the boiler m[D]aking h[Em]ot asphalt.
With r[G]ubbing and with scrubbing sure I [G]caught me death of cold,
And for s[Em]cientific purposes me [D]body it was sold.
In the [Em]Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm [G]hangin' in me p[D]elt,
As a [Em]monument to the Irish m[D]ixing h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
Good [Em]evening all me jolly lads, I'm [G]glad to find you [D]well,
If you'll g[Em]ather all around me now the st[D]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Em]ot a situation and beg[G]orrah and beg[D]ob,
I can wh[Em]isper all the weekly w[D]age of n[Em]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[G]elve months come October since I l[G]eft me native home,
After h[Em]elping the Killarney boys to br[D]ing the harvest down.
But n[Em]ow I wear the geansai and ar[G]ound me waist a b[D]elt,
I'm the g[Em]affer of the squad that m[D]akes the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 2]
The [Em]other night a copper comes and he [G]says to me: "Mc[D]Guire,
Would you k[Em]indly let me light me pipe down [D]at your boiler fire?"
And he [Em]planks himself right down in front, with [G]hobnails up, till [D]late,
And says [Em]I: "Me decent man, you'd b[D]etter go and find your b[Em]ate!"
He [G]ups and yells, "I'm down on you, I'm [G]up to all yer pranks,
Don't I [Em]know you for a traitor from the [D]Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I [Em]hit straight from the shoulder and I [G]gave him such a b[D]elt,
That I [Em]knocked him in the boiler full of [D]hot asph[Em]alt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 3]
We [Em]quickly dragged him out again and we [G]threw him in the t[D]ub,
And with s[Em]oap and warm water we be[D]gan to rub and scrub,
But d[Em]evil the thing, it hardened and it [G]turned him hard as st[D]one,
And with [Em]every other rub sure you could [D]hear the copper gr[Em]oan.
"I'm t[G]hinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's l[G]ooking like ould Nick,
And b[Em]urn me if I am not inclined to cl[D]aim him with me pick."
"Now", says [Em]I, "it would be 'asier to b[G]oil him till he m[D]elts,
And to [Em]stir him nice and 'asy in the [D]hot asph[Em]alt."
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Verse 4]
You may [Em]talk about yer sailor lads, ball[G]ad singers and the r[D]est,
Your shoe[Em]makers and your tailors but we [D]please the ladies best.
The [Em]only ones who know the way their [G]flinty hearts to m[D]elt
Are the [Em]lads around the boiler m[D]aking h[Em]ot asphalt.
With r[G]ubbing and with scrubbing sure I [G]caught me death of cold,
And for s[Em]cientific purposes me [D]body it was sold.
In the [Em]Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm [G]hangin' in me p[D]elt,
As a [Em]monument to the Irish m[D]ixing h[Em]ot asphalt.
[Chorus]
We l[G]aid it in the hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
Any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
Key of Am.
Good [Am]evening all me jolly lads, I'm [C]glad to find you [G]well,
If you'll g[Am]ather all around me now the st[G]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Am]ot a situation and beg[C]orrah and beg[G]ob,
I can wh[Am]isper all the weekly w[G]age of n[Am]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[C]elve months come October since I l[C]eft me native home,
After h[Am]elping the Killarney boys to br[G]ing the harvest down.
But n[Am]ow I wear the geansai and ar[C]ound me waist a b[G]elt,
I'm the g[Am]affer of the squad that m[G]akes the h[Am]ot asphalt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
The [Am]other night a copper comes and he [C]says to me: "Mc[G]Guire,
Would you k[Am]indly let me light me pipe down [G]at your boiler fire?"
And he [Am]planks himself right down in front, with [C]hobnails up, till [G]late,
And says [Am]I: "Me decent man, you'd b[G]etter go and find your b[Am]ate!"
He [C]ups and yells, "I'm down on you, I'm [C]up to all yer pranks,
Don't I [Am]know you for a traitor from the [G]Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I [Am]hit straight from the shoulder and I [C]gave him such a b[G]elt,
That I [Am]knocked him in the boiler full of [G]hot asph[Am]alt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
We [Am]quickly dragged him out again and we [C]threw him in the t[G]ub,
And with s[Am]oap and warm water we be[G]gan to rub and scrub,
But d[Am]evil the thing, it hardened and it [C]turned him hard as st[G]one,
And with [Am]every other rub sure you could [G]hear the copper gr[Am]oan.
"I'm t[C]hinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's l[C]ooking like ould Nick,
And b[Am]urn me if I am not inclined to cl[G]aim him with me pick."
"Now", says [Am]I, "it would be 'asier to b[C]oil him till he m[G]elts,
And to [Am]stir him nice and 'asy in the [G]hot asph[Am]alt."
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
You may [Am]talk about yer sailor lads, ball[C]ad singers and the r[G]est,
Your shoe[Am]makers and your tailors but we [G]please the ladies best.
The [Am]only ones who know the way their [C]flinty hearts to m[G]elt
Are the [Am]lads around the boiler m[G]aking h[Am]ot asphalt.
With r[C]ubbing and with scrubbing sure I [C]caught me death of cold,
And for s[Am]cientific purposes me [G]body it was sold.
In the [Am]Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm [C]hangin' in me p[G]elt,
As a [Am]monument to the Irish m[G]ixing h[Am]ot asphalt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
Good [Am]evening all me jolly lads, I'm [C]glad to find you [G]well,
If you'll g[Am]ather all around me now the st[G]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Am]ot a situation and beg[C]orrah and beg[G]ob,
I can wh[Am]isper all the weekly w[G]age of n[Am]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[C]elve months come October since I l[C]eft me native home,
After h[Am]elping the Killarney boys to br[G]ing the harvest down.
But n[Am]ow I wear the geansai and ar[C]ound me waist a b[G]elt,
I'm the g[Am]affer of the squad that m[G]akes the h[Am]ot asphalt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
The [Am]other night a copper comes and he [C]says to me: "Mc[G]Guire,
Would you k[Am]indly let me light me pipe down [G]at your boiler fire?"
And he [Am]planks himself right down in front, with [C]hobnails up, till [G]late,
And says [Am]I: "Me decent man, you'd b[G]etter go and find your b[Am]ate!"
He [C]ups and yells, "I'm down on you, I'm [C]up to all yer pranks,
Don't I [Am]know you for a traitor from the [G]Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I [Am]hit straight from the shoulder and I [C]gave him such a b[G]elt,
That I [Am]knocked him in the boiler full of [G]hot asph[Am]alt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
We [Am]quickly dragged him out again and we [C]threw him in the t[G]ub,
And with s[Am]oap and warm water we be[G]gan to rub and scrub,
But d[Am]evil the thing, it hardened and it [C]turned him hard as st[G]one,
And with [Am]every other rub sure you could [G]hear the copper gr[Am]oan.
"I'm t[C]hinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's l[C]ooking like ould Nick,
And b[Am]urn me if I am not inclined to cl[G]aim him with me pick."
"Now", says [Am]I, "it would be 'asier to b[C]oil him till he m[G]elts,
And to [Am]stir him nice and 'asy in the [G]hot asph[Am]alt."
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
You may [Am]talk about yer sailor lads, ball[C]ad singers and the r[G]est,
Your shoe[Am]makers and your tailors but we [G]please the ladies best.
The [Am]only ones who know the way their [C]flinty hearts to m[G]elt
Are the [Am]lads around the boiler m[G]aking h[Am]ot asphalt.
With r[C]ubbing and with scrubbing sure I [C]caught me death of cold,
And for s[Am]cientific purposes me [G]body it was sold.
In the [Am]Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm [C]hangin' in me p[G]elt,
As a [Am]monument to the Irish m[G]ixing h[Am]ot asphalt.
We l[C]aid it in the hollows and we l[C]aid it in the flat,
And if it d[Am]oesn't last forever sure I sw[G]ear I'll eat me hat.
Well, I've w[Am]andered up and down the world and s[C]ure I never f[G]elt
Any s[Am]urface that was equal t[G]o the h[Am]ot asphalt.
Sheet music for Hot Asphalt
Below is the banjo / mandolin tab which is basically the same as the sheet music above
