Working on the road  I ask you why are you running so fast  Don't you realize the next day can be you last  We live in fast lane, are we running' or roam  We jump into our cars speeding' home    Well some people got to work on the roads all days  Like in early times they did on the railways  It's no fun and a hard job to do,   At the end of the day you don't know if you made it through    Joey misted his partner caught by an accident, what a disaster  He was working on the road track killed by such a speed master  I often think of him, when I see them fly  Such a good man why he had to die    Slow down slow down they been working on the road  Slow down slow down so nobody gets hurt  Slow down slow down, don't drive like a jerk, there are men at work