Steven Toplass, was a trucker for rent
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- Steven Toplass, was a trucker for rent,
If ya' wanted it shiftin' then he was y're man;
He was honest, hard workin an' no way was he bent,
A truck-drivin' man, workin' across th' land.
- A crook named Moir hired Steve for gain,
Jus' take this load, with no questions asked;
Across th' Channel an' down into Spain,
It's th' kind o' work for which Steve was tasked.
- But th' hairs start t' rise th' back o' Steve's neck,
Cause they's starting t' load him, yeah ready for home;
But they won't let near th' back of his truck,
But y' knows what it's like, ya don't like t' moan.where_w001.php
- He didn't get far, jus' a couple of K's,
The cops were sittin' there, t' take him down;
They'd been watchin' th' joint an' tappin' th' phones,
Only thing was, th' wrong man got th' blame.
- They stripped th' load an' they found th' drugs,
Took Steve off an' banged 'im in jail;
Ain't nobody list'nin', ain't nobody digs,
He don't even get a sniff of makin' for bail.
- Back home in th' courts British justice kicks in,
They'll free our Steve? Won't stand for this?
Yeah, they want th' culprits, they want 'em brought down,
So they send for Steve, this gotta be bliss.
- They bring Steve back all th' way from Spain,
He stands in th' dock and he points 'em all out;
Without his witness, ain't no way can they win,
Justice was done, ain't no shadow of doubt.
- So Steve's he's free? Th' end o' th' road an' th' pain?
That's gotta be a joke, if that's what ya' think;
They took him back an' they dumped in Spain,
An' three years later he's still in clink.
- Now Charlie Clarke heads up th' FO,
Champions our citizens when they're over the road;
But for Steve can he help? He's asked, but says no,
European Union? That don't work abroad.
- So we're rattlin' cages an' tellin' MP's,
We highlight Steve's case an' let everyone know;
The 'Times' took it up and listened our pleas,
For Stevies freedom they sure struck a blow.
- So if ya got some clout in th' politic halls,
If ya gotta voice and ya' can make some noise;
For Steve an' for justice, hey! make some calls,
Cause we ain't quitin', till we get Steve loose.
- Th' moral is this, if y're a truck-drivin' man,
Thro' Spain, Bulgaria, France or Crete;
Y're out on a limb, y're on your own,
In this great big European State.
© James R. Hamilton, Written, Wednesday, 16th, November, 2005
