Hard Shoulder

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