Lyrics

Well, so long Lynn
I'm going down the A19 again Saturday night
We're doing a booking for Jimmy the King
And the motor's not running right
Worked on Teesside so many times
Places like the one before
And I know you think something's loose in my head
'Cause I keep coming back for more
Living on the A19, da da da
Living on the A19

Wingate, Hartlepool, Eston, Redcar
Signs coming up in the dark
Cold in the cab, and the engine sounding like
It's running on a dying spark
Whitburn, Grangetown, watch out! slow down!
Trouble at Portrack Lane
Two more verses of The Promised Land
Then we're loading up the gear again
Living on the A19, da da da
Living on the A19

Solo

Antoine Legris, sitting hunched at the wheel
With a burned-out look on his face
And Mad Dog Lupé, trying to sleep
Sitting on a saxophone case
Headlight beams catch the marks on the screen
In the glare of a passing car
And could that shape in the back be Speedo
Or the Sunderland Superstars?
Living on the A19, da da da
Living on the A19

The Midnite Movie came to an end
As we dragged through Peterlee
By the time we're home the lights'll be out
There won't be any company
I might get mad, shout "I live here too!"
You'll come right back at me
"For all I see you, you might just as well
Be living on the A19" da da da
Living on the A19

Living on the A19, da da da
Living on the A19