Lyrics - The 8-3-0
He was driving up to Mallaig, Glenfinnan by Lochshiel
Heading for Lochailort content behind the wheel
The road was getting narrower the sign said slow
It’s the highland daily dodgems it’s the 8-3-0
There is a natural assumption that A-roads are wide
Enough to take a car and one the other side
Tourist information will never ever tell
It’s like driving through heaven on a road made for hell
Chorus
On a single track you can’t turn back the stories are all the same
Of tourists leaving Corpach
Never seen again
Don’t go on the 8-3-0
Don’t go on th 8-3-0
Whoever called this road 'a road' is telling little lies
The 8-3-0’s a sheep track, in very thin disguise
Italian caravanettes, driving on the right
Meeting Wallace Arnold Coaches in the middle of the night
On a single track you can’t turn back a nightmare without end
It’s eyes ahead for David Coulthard’s waiting round the bend
Don’t go on the 8-3-0
There’s a man in the highlands, the theory’s going round
That he runs the biggest breaker’s yard this side of Mallaig town
You can see him in the gloaming towing wrecks from where they lie
And he turns them into girders for the bridge across to Skye
And it’s a single track he’s in Mallaig and now he feels no pain
He’s dumped the car he’s in the bar he’s steaming back by train
On a single track you can’s turn back the moral’s very plain
If you want to visit Mallaig, it’s safer by MacBrayne’s
Don’t go on the 8-3-0
The 8-3-0
© Ian McCalman MCPS/PRS
From album - 'Honest Poverty' (Greentrax 1993 CDTRAX067)
'McCalman Singular' (Greentrax CDTRAX269)
