Wagon on the Motorway Ralph McTell
"Wagon on the Motorway" by Ralph McTell, released in 1971, is a folk song that reflects themes of freedom, travel, and the contrast between rural life and modernity. The lyrics depict a journey along a busy motorway, evoking nostalgia for simpler times while highlighting the hustle of contemporary life. Musically, the song features McTell's signature acoustic guitar work and storytelling style. Its contemplative nature resonates with listeners, capturing the essence of transition and the passage of time. #Folk
Driving on the motorway
I saw a truck ahead of me
And in it was a young girl and her fellow
They were coming from the west
And she had a baby on her breast
And the truck was painted bright in mauve and yellow
That steering wheel held in a grip
As tight as the roll-up on his lip
They never even gave me a single look
As she dreamed out at the fields
Whilst the baby took its meal
And I surveyed the scene as I overtook
The road was a ball of string they were unravelling
Looping words to the story they were travelling
Well, I saw him clench his jaw
As his left foot hit the floor
And the road was steep and he changed down a gear
And he glanced at his girl and child
And she turned from the window and smiled
And she fingered a lock of hair behind her ear
And all they owned was in that truck
And I thought about us and wished them luck
Continuing the journey they'd begun
It was just like yours and mine
A little further back in time
The pots and pans in a van with a baby son
I saw a truck ahead of me
And in it was a young girl and her fellow
They were coming from the west
And she had a baby on her breast
And the truck was painted bright in mauve and yellow
That steering wheel held in a grip
As tight as the roll-up on his lip
They never even gave me a single look
As she dreamed out at the fields
Whilst the baby took its meal
And I surveyed the scene as I overtook
The road was a ball of string they were unravelling
Looping words to the story they were travelling
Well, I saw him clench his jaw
As his left foot hit the floor
And the road was steep and he changed down a gear
And he glanced at his girl and child
And she turned from the window and smiled
And she fingered a lock of hair behind her ear
And all they owned was in that truck
And I thought about us and wished them luck
Continuing the journey they'd begun
It was just like yours and mine
A little further back in time
The pots and pans in a van with a baby son
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