I've got latches for windows, handles for doors   Grinders and scrapers and sanders for floors      Rake for the gravel, chains for the snow   Always got the shovel, you never know   I never thought you'd go      Man's broken down, man's broken down   On the slip road, got a slip load   And it's a hard shoulder to cry on      Hacksaws and hammers, brushes and mop   And I've got the ladders up on the top      If something needs doing, I always say   You want it done the proper way   I need you to stay      Man's broken down, man's broken down   On the slip road, got a slip load   And it's a hard shoulder to cry on      Give me a minute, we'll be going again   Sound as a bell, bright as rain, bright as rain      And it's a hard shoulder to cry on, to cry on