i met him on the motorway
and did i have a cigarette
he'd been all over travelling
looking for a little gold
he had to get out of ireland
the police there they've got a lot of tricks
they give a dog a bad name
you better believe that it always sticks
and he was worried about the rain
he'd never seen it rain so hard
and i was thinking about that flame that burned in his heart
he'd heard about a job in london town
he hit the road from liverpool
but if your name is pat or michael
some men treat you like a fool
and he loved to hear old brady sing
he knew all the words to arthur mc bride
and when i put it on my stereo
old man broke right down and cried
he talked about a bar he knew in dublin
he wished we were there tonight
and we talked about the travelling
sooner or later were gonna get it right
when i left him on that same motorway
it was a bright cafe in a dark night
and as i turned away to leave him
lady luck may she treat you right