Song Description

True story song of my younger years.

Lyrics

Linoleum Floors
©, Willie McCulloch, 2005
Factory windows?broken an`stained
From years of hard work?smoke an` the pain
Of young men an` their faithers, workin` taegether
Tae make the linoleum floor
Tae make the linoleum floor

The dust an` the darkness, the linseed oil sweetness?
Carried on winds thru the kirks auld stone wynds
Not the best life fer any, but the work it twas steady
Tae make the linoleum floor
Tae make the linoleum floor

When Friday night came, the bell it would ring.
The men would all gather in a few hours tae sing
An` an afternoon grand, with Barrie?s brass band?
All fer the linoleum floor
All fer the linoleum floor

Now the buildins`are gone, where I worked as a lad
And bothy?s I sat in wit auld frank McNab?
Just a piece of cold ground, where I learned a trade?
Tae make the linoleum floor
Tae make the linoleum floor