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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
DOWN IN THE DUMPS
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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
You’re all alone
The party’s over
Soon you’ll be heading home
Man on his hands and knees
Yelling, “Won’t you help me please?”
You wish the night was day
Taxi comes a-crawling
And you stand to leave
Sick of all the fancy dress
Sick of all the fancy dress
And make believe
House lights dim
It’s sink or swim
You let the back door slam
When your aching heart is heavy from all that extra weight
When you still got heaps to give and nothing much left to take
When you’re standing on the porch with both shoes hanging from your hand
You’re always welcome on my little patch of land
Iron roof rattles
Timber creaks
Grab a brush and paint the sky with purple streaks
You wake at dawn
Frost on the lawn
It’s a beautiful day
When the endless nights of winter jolt your memory
When a mighty breeze blows in from the mighty sea
When your footprints are dotted on the sand
You're always welcome on my little patch of land
GENEVIEVE
Genevieve
Yes, I remember your name
If you disappear right now
Your loss will be my gain
You dragged me from my midnight bed
Now your messin’ with my eggshell head
Time to leave, Genevieve
Genevieve
What’s driving your mind?
Something borrowed. Something blue
Something left behind
Your claiming I let you down
Me’s thinking it’s the other way ‘round
Time to leave Genevieve
I’d lay out the welcome mat but I know that’s not wise
I seen you walking through the graveyard and the dead begin to rise
If I don’t work I don’t get paid
So please
Pretty please
Time to leave Genevieve
Genevieve
Why are you trying so hard?
I don’t want to be awake at dawn pecking seed in a chicken yard
There’s a nightclub down the hill
Hey pussycat kill, kill, kill
Time to leave Genevieve
You’ve got charms and loving arms
And boy you sure can dance
But if I crossed the floor with you I’d need asbestos pants
The mirror balls would all explode
So please, pretty please
Time to leave Genevieve
CHEEKY FACE
Out west the cops got skin complaints
They’re too young to shave
Tidy town’s deserted. Broken bricks and steel
Old men on corners talking
Smoke blowing out of windows
Another dead day
Another lousy roadhouse meal
I wouldn’t want to live out here
Bad things never change
Thinking about the touch of your skin and your warm embrace
Thinking about your ribbons
Thinking about your bows
Thinking about your pretty coloured clothes
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
Single shot rifle and a one-eyed dog. A rodeo
Cowboys in their red check shirts are waiting for the bell
I’m working as a jack of every trade
Got a nail and shifting spanner
Spend my time fixing broken wooden horses on the carousel
There’s blisters on my fingers and grease beneath my nails
The dog’s down by the river looking for a rabbit to chase
Thinking about beers on the balcony
Thinking about special company
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
Feeling like an eight year old in a brand new school
Classroom full of strangers and nowhere left to hide
Playing silly games to fill in time and keep myself amused
Up one ladder and down that snake on the other side
I’m hoping for a gentle shove to help me change my mind
Never been so desperate or out of place
Thinking of this tin pot hotel room
Thinking I’d be better off living on the moon
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
BARKING DOG
Barking dog in a big thick fog. A hidden moon
Thought I’d better leave when the betting book in Hong Kong closed
Chilly wind blowing down the neck of my shirt. I’m waiting for a train
Winter’s teeth biting hard at my brittle bones
Heading down that escalator. Hope I don’t want to catch no cold
I froze up when you said you found somebody new
I’m a jealous guy. There’s a tear in my eye
I see big red light and give-way sign
Theres’s a hole in my soul a heart that's split in two
Knocked three times. Nobody home
Couldn’t help myself
Felt like a two time loser at the wrong address
Wish I knew what I did or said that made you change your mind
Now love’s in a puddle and this guy’s in a mess
Blanket on my bed and a pillow for my head
The sun beat the train to town
Smell the coffee cooking as I make it to the top of the stairs
Man on the television whispering the weather
I’m talking to myself out loud
If thoughts cost a penny I’d be millionaire
I tell myself don’t worry
Everything will be alright
I might be wrong but I can change my point of view
The fire’s dead but I still smell smoke
A flame still flickers in this old bloke
There’s a hole in my soul and a heart that’s split in two
BOTTLE OF RUM (Zeno’s Pizza Bar)
Drank best part of a bottle of rum
Felt like death when daylight come
Sitting on the tankstand waiting for the sun
Mighty mighty hot but a mighty lot of fun
Shotgun hole in a slow down sign
Dead kangarooster on a double white line
Nothing much to do today
Think I’ll waste some time
Pig dog tangled in some bailing twine
Slipped his chain and ran home from the pound
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Big red tractor busy as a bee
Needs a little holiday just like me
Swimming in some soap suds
Thinking its the sea
Found an old hubcap and nailed to a tree
Lazy of moo cow drinking from a dam
Man a pothole with a shovel in his hand
Dancing on a ants nest
Filling it with sand
Played a game of poker with the hired hand
Bought a bag of seeds and sowed in the propound
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Mailbox fridge by the side of the road
Burrs are gettin’ bad again
Better grab a hoe
Rabbits in the cabbages
Moths are in my coat
Flat back tyre and the jack just broke
Alone and lost and hoping I’d never be found
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Broken beer bottle
Watch your step
Its just below the water so don’t get wet
Another day older and deeper in debt
Know I’m gonna die but I’m not dead yet
Walked on tiptoe
Tripped and fell back down
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
FROM AN AUSTIN A90
Tomorrow maybe I’ll head down to the coast x 2
Two poached eggs and round go toast
Tomorrow maybe I’ll head down to the coast
Real bad luck to be the last man killed in the war x 2
Almost home and knocking on your front food
Real bad luck to be the last man killed in the war
Fruit tastes best when it’s picked straight from a tree x2
Fish and chips should be eaten down by the sea
Fruit tastes best when it’s picked straight from a tree
Wonder what it’s like to be a dog x 2
Running around the back yard in the fog
Wonder what it’s like to be a dog
Drank all night without the slightest glow x 2
Don’t much like the beer out in Ivanhoe
Drank all night without the slightest glow
Banks have got the money but blonds have all the fun x 2
Knew one once she wore a uniform and carried a gun
Banks have got the money but blonds have all the fun
Maybe I should live inside a cave x2
No need to listen to the radio. No need to shave
Maybe I should live inside a cave
POOR BUGGER BLUES
Never swam the ocean. Never played in the snow (x2)
There’s dust in my eyes and I’m sick of swatting flies.
I’m lonely and I hope it doesn’t show
Lately I been thinking I’m losing my sting
Cage door's open but the bird don’t sing
And I still got a long way to go…
I should be breathing easy. Bathing in the glow (x2)
Rumour on the vine says I’m wasting all my time
Tell me something that I don't already know
Out of date and out of touch
Deep down wonderin' if I’m missing that much
And I still got a long way to go….
Sometimes I’m dreaming of a better place
Been there three nights in a row
Sometimes my thoughts are flying high
Right now they’re way down low
Spun my wheels and hit the deck
Hair like prickles on the back of my neck
I still got a long way to go
Drew up triple aces. Then I broke old Cupid’s bow (x2)
I’m lucky but I’m sad and your memory drives me mad
I’m sitting home alone and eating crow
I tried and I burned
No point complaining when your back is turned
And I still got a long way to go
Sometimes I make it to the end of the line
A place where the tall weeds grow
Sometime the clicks just and move to quick
Sometimes they move too slow
One and one is two
I’m talking about me and you
And I still got a long way to go
House lights dim
It’s sink or swim
You let the back door slam
When your aching heart is heavy from all that extra weight
When you still got heaps to give and nothing much left to take
When you’re standing on the porch with both shoes hanging from your hand
You’re always welcome on my little patch of land
Iron roof rattles
Timber creaks
Grab a brush and paint the sky with purple streaks
You wake at dawn
Frost on the lawn
It’s a beautiful day
When the endless nights of winter jolt your memory
When a mighty breeze blows in from the mighty sea
When your footprints are dotted on the sand
You're always welcome on my little patch of land
GENEVIEVE
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| IVANHOE, NSW (2018) |
Yes, I remember your name
If you disappear right now
Your loss will be my gain
You dragged me from my midnight bed
Now your messin’ with my eggshell head
Time to leave, Genevieve
Genevieve
What’s driving your mind?
Something borrowed. Something blue
Something left behind
Your claiming I let you down
Me’s thinking it’s the other way ‘round
Time to leave Genevieve
I’d lay out the welcome mat but I know that’s not wise
I seen you walking through the graveyard and the dead begin to rise
If I don’t work I don’t get paid
So please
Pretty please
Time to leave Genevieve
Genevieve
Why are you trying so hard?
I don’t want to be awake at dawn pecking seed in a chicken yard
There’s a nightclub down the hill
Hey pussycat kill, kill, kill
Time to leave Genevieve
You’ve got charms and loving arms
And boy you sure can dance
But if I crossed the floor with you I’d need asbestos pants
The mirror balls would all explode
So please, pretty please
Time to leave Genevieve
CHEEKY FACE
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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
They’re too young to shave
Tidy town’s deserted. Broken bricks and steel
Old men on corners talking
Smoke blowing out of windows
Another dead day
Another lousy roadhouse meal
I wouldn’t want to live out here
Bad things never change
Thinking about the touch of your skin and your warm embrace
Thinking about your ribbons
Thinking about your bows
Thinking about your pretty coloured clothes
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
Single shot rifle and a one-eyed dog. A rodeo
Cowboys in their red check shirts are waiting for the bell
I’m working as a jack of every trade
Got a nail and shifting spanner
Spend my time fixing broken wooden horses on the carousel
There’s blisters on my fingers and grease beneath my nails
The dog’s down by the river looking for a rabbit to chase
Thinking about beers on the balcony
Thinking about special company
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
Feeling like an eight year old in a brand new school
Classroom full of strangers and nowhere left to hide
Playing silly games to fill in time and keep myself amused
Up one ladder and down that snake on the other side
I’m hoping for a gentle shove to help me change my mind
Never been so desperate or out of place
Thinking of this tin pot hotel room
Thinking I’d be better off living on the moon
But most of all I’m thinking about your cheeky face
BARKING DOG
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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
Thought I’d better leave when the betting book in Hong Kong closed
Chilly wind blowing down the neck of my shirt. I’m waiting for a train
Winter’s teeth biting hard at my brittle bones
Heading down that escalator. Hope I don’t want to catch no cold
I froze up when you said you found somebody new
I’m a jealous guy. There’s a tear in my eye
I see big red light and give-way sign
Theres’s a hole in my soul a heart that's split in two
Knocked three times. Nobody home
Couldn’t help myself
Felt like a two time loser at the wrong address
Wish I knew what I did or said that made you change your mind
Now love’s in a puddle and this guy’s in a mess
Blanket on my bed and a pillow for my head
The sun beat the train to town
Smell the coffee cooking as I make it to the top of the stairs
Man on the television whispering the weather
I’m talking to myself out loud
If thoughts cost a penny I’d be millionaire
I tell myself don’t worry
Everything will be alright
I might be wrong but I can change my point of view
The fire’s dead but I still smell smoke
A flame still flickers in this old bloke
There’s a hole in my soul and a heart that’s split in two
BOTTLE OF RUM (Zeno’s Pizza Bar)
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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
Felt like death when daylight come
Sitting on the tankstand waiting for the sun
Mighty mighty hot but a mighty lot of fun
Shotgun hole in a slow down sign
Dead kangarooster on a double white line
Nothing much to do today
Think I’ll waste some time
Pig dog tangled in some bailing twine
Slipped his chain and ran home from the pound
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Big red tractor busy as a bee
Needs a little holiday just like me
Swimming in some soap suds
Thinking its the sea
Found an old hubcap and nailed to a tree
Lazy of moo cow drinking from a dam
Man a pothole with a shovel in his hand
Dancing on a ants nest
Filling it with sand
Played a game of poker with the hired hand
Bought a bag of seeds and sowed in the propound
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Mailbox fridge by the side of the road
Burrs are gettin’ bad again
Better grab a hoe
Rabbits in the cabbages
Moths are in my coat
Flat back tyre and the jack just broke
Alone and lost and hoping I’d never be found
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
Broken beer bottle
Watch your step
Its just below the water so don’t get wet
Another day older and deeper in debt
Know I’m gonna die but I’m not dead yet
Walked on tiptoe
Tripped and fell back down
The day Zeno’s pizza bar closed down
FROM AN AUSTIN A90
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| COONABARABRAN, NSW (2018) |
Two poached eggs and round go toast
Tomorrow maybe I’ll head down to the coast
Real bad luck to be the last man killed in the war x 2
Almost home and knocking on your front food
Real bad luck to be the last man killed in the war
Fruit tastes best when it’s picked straight from a tree x2
Fish and chips should be eaten down by the sea
Fruit tastes best when it’s picked straight from a tree
Wonder what it’s like to be a dog x 2
Running around the back yard in the fog
Wonder what it’s like to be a dog
Drank all night without the slightest glow x 2
Don’t much like the beer out in Ivanhoe
Drank all night without the slightest glow
Banks have got the money but blonds have all the fun x 2
Knew one once she wore a uniform and carried a gun
Banks have got the money but blonds have all the fun
Maybe I should live inside a cave x2
No need to listen to the radio. No need to shave
Maybe I should live inside a cave
POOR BUGGER BLUES
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| LIGHTNING RIDGE, NSW (2017) |
There’s dust in my eyes and I’m sick of swatting flies.
I’m lonely and I hope it doesn’t show
Lately I been thinking I’m losing my sting
Cage door's open but the bird don’t sing
And I still got a long way to go…
I should be breathing easy. Bathing in the glow (x2)
Rumour on the vine says I’m wasting all my time
Tell me something that I don't already know
Out of date and out of touch
Deep down wonderin' if I’m missing that much
And I still got a long way to go….
Sometimes I’m dreaming of a better place
Been there three nights in a row
Sometimes my thoughts are flying high
Right now they’re way down low
Spun my wheels and hit the deck
Hair like prickles on the back of my neck
I still got a long way to go
Drew up triple aces. Then I broke old Cupid’s bow (x2)
I’m lucky but I’m sad and your memory drives me mad
I’m sitting home alone and eating crow
I tried and I burned
No point complaining when your back is turned
And I still got a long way to go
Sometimes I make it to the end of the line
A place where the tall weeds grow
Sometime the clicks just and move to quick
Sometimes they move too slow
One and one is two
I’m talking about me and you
And I still got a long way to go
IN THE EVENING
I dreamed we came from fishes
Then I read it in a book
So I jumped into the water to take a closer look
I had lots of trouble breathing
So I came up for air
I looked around but I was alone
Nobody anywhere
In the evening when the sun goes down (x3)
When the sun goes down in the evening
Time had come to speak my mind
To unload and complain
To dress up in my safety vest and yell into the rain
But really I'm no bogan king
Playing hide and seek
I'd rather be a yella belly living in the creek
In the evening when the sun goes down (x3)
When the sun goes down in the evening
FALLING DOWN
Falling down. Falling down
Big rig banging down that dirty road
Waiting as I watch my world explode
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Why am I so weary?
Why am I in so deap?
Why don't I enjoy a good night's sleep?
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Moonbeams on my pillow
Worries in my head
Phantom in the hallway
Cobwebs in my bed
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Falling down. Falling down
Picking pretty petals from a daisy flower
Should be home singing in my morning shower
Brothers and sisters I’m falling down
Monday I heard rumours. Tuesday I felt sad
Next two days were hanging days I felt really bad
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
You can call call me anytime
Promise I won’t kiss and tell
Please be quick or I'll crawl back in my shell
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Falling down. Falling down
Know every brick
Every crack in the wall
Standing in the shadow of the wrecking ball
Brothers and sisters I’m falling down
IN THE PINES
The longest train I ever seen or heard was on that western line
The engine roared at at five o’clock
The guard rattled by at nine
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
Pretty girl
Pretty girl
Don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you stay last night
Your hair’s all tangled
You smell like wine
Your clothes ain’t buttoned up right
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
The knife was in my trembling hand
When I made than final call
Now all I hear is that train going by
Outside the sandstone walls
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
FETCH A LITTLE WATER
Whoa back boys fetch a little water
Drink a little whiskey when the well runs dry
Whoa back boys fetch a little water
Feel about as useful as a dead dog’s eye.
Now we’re gathered around this table
Break some bread and hear my tale
Treat it as a final warning
Pay your bills or you’ll go to jail
Whoa back boys and fetch a little water
Fell asleep and missed my station
Woke up in a tidy town
Spent the night in a grand old building
Turned my back and they ripped it down
The sign said, “Eat at Mamma’s Table.”
Took my seat when hunger called
Mashed potato, peas and gravy
Half a roasted chicken but the chicken was small
Whoa back boys fetch a little water
Played the fool in days of schooling
Wasted everybody’s time
Now I’m grown I’m sitting pretty
Swinging a pick in the diamond mine.
Meanwhile meet my new sensation
Something that’s gonna change my life
Walk the street with a girl named Daisy
Daisy Brown gonna be my wife
Whoa back boys and fetch a little water
There’s a moral to this story
I hope it sank into your heard
If I failed then pleased don’t worry
I’ll just start from scratch again
Whoa back boys and fetch some water
BROWN CHAMPAGNE
I been drunk with Wally Lewis
We talked about The Blues
Slim Dusty heard me singing
He said her liked my tunes
I was born at sunrise the day Les Darcy died
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink another schooner
The merchant navy paid me in the days of Pig Iron Bob
They turfed me out in ’46
I went looking for a job
Working in the coal fields when the troops broke up the strike
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
The barmaid’s name is Valerie
I know she’d like to dance
She hasn’t asked me face to face
She’s too busy
She hasn't had a chance
Deep down I know she likes me
She’s just a little shy
She smilies each time she pours me one more schooner
Had a punch-up with Chjps Rafferty
Almost broke my nose
Played cards with Darcy Dugan
I sparred with Lionel Rose
Won a mint on Gunsynd
Picked every winning run
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
Told a joke to Mo McCaughey
We laughed ’til there were tears
Was a mate of Lenny Lower
We shared a million beers
Pulled a muscle in my back the day Ronald Ryan was hung
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
Hey Valerie one moment
Won’t you meet my friend
He’s in town from somewhere else on a good time mad weekend
He says that he’s not lonely and he’s got a place to stay
And he says he’d like to buy me one more schooner
BUY ME A DRINK (Keys to Your Car)
Just got out of casualty
My bandages need changing
The kids upstairs are making too much noise
The carpet’s full of fur and fleas
My potted palms need water
Summer drives me mad
I’ve worked myself out a perfect plan
I’ll rent myself a caravan
I’ll dry my sweat while walking on the sand
In a southern ocean breeze
The butcher lost his finger
The chemist needs a shave
The landlord don’t speak English
I don’t speak much Greek
The corner shop cancelled all my credit
I’m sick of eating sardine sandwiches
I caught myself some strange virus
A Z-Grade hepatitis
The test are done
I’ll know my fate in a couple of days
Maybe a week
Won’t you buy me a drink
Won’t you let me kiss your wife
Let me sit between you at the corner of the car
Won’t you lend my your ear, my friend
Won’t you lend me some time
Lend me the keys to your car
The dog ate my prescriptions
The machine ate up my money card
I’m bruised and bashed and beaten
I’ve lost my warm inner glow
My sister stabbed her husband
The magistrate refused her bail
My mother’s in the home for the sick and frail
She won’t write she won’t read my mail
I’ll send her down some chrysanthemums
When I track down a little bit of dough
Won’t you buy me a drink
Won’t you let me kiss your wife
Let me sit between you at the corner of the car
Won’t you lend my your ear, my friend
Won’t you lend me some time
Lend me the keys to your car
HEAVEN’S ANGEL
I felt good
There was whiskey in my water
It took the “s” from slaughter
I kissed there farmer’s daughter
We built ourselves a house of love
Discount bricks and mortar
A wind storm blew it all away
Alone again and desperate for attention
I had no pretensions except my good I tensions
I’m still young but I need an old age pension
I missed the bus to town
I don't know what happened
I probably never will
There’s lots of things that cannot be explained
We didn’t even fight
We both knew wrong from right
She just stood on slippery coal and slid into the night
I don't wanna be an angle up in heaven
I’d rather a devil on the ground
Time moved on and life became a fable
A bit like Cane and Abel
I tried to turn the tables
All confused like Dave without a Mabel
A king without his crown
One day I’ll be happy
One day I’ll forget
There’s no point in living with a frown
Flowers need their bees
There’s more fish in the sea
The ocean’s deep and fool of fools who want the same as me
I don’t wanna be an angel up in heaven
An angel top in heaven
An angel up in heaven
I don’t wanna be an angel up in heaven
I’d rather be a devil own the ground
CRIMSON PIRATE
Four leaf clover pressed between the pages of a book
Bees are bad but I’m too tough to sting
Meet me at the boat shed with your old man’s fishing knife
I’ll swap it for a blood eye and a ring
Stole it from the king
Lookout hidden on piggery hill but don’t lean on that fence
It’s alive with electricity
I know my arm is broken but the sling wont slow me down
Snapped it clean when I fell out of a tree
There was a storm at sea
I’m a crimson pirate. A corsair on the waves
Swab them decks and sail them seven seas
With a coat hook for a cutless and a matchbox fior a drum
I’ll fly the skull and crossbones for the queen
We’ll follow all them boneyard crowd and navigate the dam
Catch a snake just to hear your mother scream
Paddy melon cannonball. Copped one in there back of the head
Washed it clean swimming in the stream
We make a perfect team
We’ll sneak into the jailhouse and make a grand escape
We’ll build a boat and sail it down the drain
Hold that fireman’s hatchet and I’ll wear his big brass hat
Together we can rule the Spanish Main
The dinghy rusted in the rain
I’m a crimson pirate. A corsair on the waves
Swab them decks and sail them seven seas
With a coat hook for a cutless and a matchbox fior a drum
I’ll fly the skull and crossbones for the queen
BIG BLACK CLOUD
Married at a barbecue. Slept on a train
Wallet full of worries on my hip
Never stood a chance. We didn’t even dance
We both left town on a sinking ship
Now I’m scratching my head. Sleeping in a single bed
I hope my long-lost lover pays the bills
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Don’t own no diamonds so I sold a little dope.
Was making more money than a mine
Must have struck a match on some other people’s patch
They turned me in and now I did some time
Washing my feet. Rowing up the well known creek
Dead flies and dust on my window sill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Jack can have my greyhounds and treat ‘em as his pets
Dope ’em up. Let ‘em race. Pay his rent with bets
Jill can have my signature and sign it on her cheques
Tell her that the roof I fixed is leaking
I’ve never been too sentimental
Sometimes I wish my mother used the pill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Tattoo of an angel on my shoulder sheds a tear
She’s crying for a love affair dropped dead
There’s a million little dreams and thousand dollar schemes
A big black cloudy above my head
I’m heading back south. There’s a bad taste in my mouth
Reminds me of a dentist with a drill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
COLD BLACK NIGHT
On a cold black night
The town is silent everyone’s asleep (x2)
Moonlight shadows flickering on the wall
Maybe I should push my luck and make another call
On a cold black night
On a cold black night
Engine rumbling up and down the street (x2)
You live in the valley I‘m living high on the hill
No time left for talking and too much time to kill
On a coal clack night
On a cold back night
Empty bottles piled high at my feet (x2)
Bedroom curtains blowing in the breeze
I’m restless as an alley cat
Wont somebody help me please
On a cold black night
On a cold black night
Highway headlights shining through the trees(x2)
I’m sitting by the river on my own
If you don’t want trouble then leave this boy alone
On a cold back night
DIGGING UP THE ROAD
Digging up the road again
Started yesterday seven a.m
Bill and Benny a Long-Faced Ken
Digging up the road
Lunch box on a cyclone fence
Skinned my knuckle on a monkey wrench
Beg your pardon
Excuse my French
Digging up the road
Hammer needle going knockitty knock
Clang-clanging in the rockitty rock
Time ticking on the clockitty clock
Digging up the road
Bobcat and concrete saw
Generator by the work shed door
Something looking like a dinosaur
Digging up the road
Place steaming like a frying can
Take a shower from a watering can
Glad I’m not the hot mix man
Digging up the road
Black and yellow signs everywhere
Telling people: “Stay away from there.”
Traffic woman got long blond hair
Digging up the road
Spend some money at the close of play
But a six-pack takeaway
Earn some extra on a Saturday
Digging up the road
See you later to Billy ands Ben
Cadge a lift from Long-Face Ken
Monday morning we’ll be back together again
Digging up the road
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| LAKE CARGELLIGO, NSW (2016) |
Then I read it in a book
So I jumped into the water to take a closer look
I had lots of trouble breathing
So I came up for air
I looked around but I was alone
Nobody anywhere
In the evening when the sun goes down (x3)
When the sun goes down in the evening
Time had come to speak my mind
To unload and complain
To dress up in my safety vest and yell into the rain
But really I'm no bogan king
Playing hide and seek
I'd rather be a yella belly living in the creek
In the evening when the sun goes down (x3)
When the sun goes down in the evening
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| BANGKOK (2018) |
FALLING DOWN
Falling down. Falling down
Big rig banging down that dirty road
Waiting as I watch my world explode
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Why am I so weary?
Why am I in so deap?
Why don't I enjoy a good night's sleep?
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Moonbeams on my pillow
Worries in my head
Phantom in the hallway
Cobwebs in my bed
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Falling down. Falling down
Picking pretty petals from a daisy flower
Should be home singing in my morning shower
Brothers and sisters I’m falling down
Monday I heard rumours. Tuesday I felt sad
Next two days were hanging days I felt really bad
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
You can call call me anytime
Promise I won’t kiss and tell
Please be quick or I'll crawl back in my shell
Brothers and sisters I’m a-falling down
Falling down. Falling down
Know every brick
Every crack in the wall
Standing in the shadow of the wrecking ball
Brothers and sisters I’m falling down
IN THE PINES
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| PILIGA, NSW (2018) |
The longest train I ever seen or heard was on that western line
The engine roared at at five o’clock
The guard rattled by at nine
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
Pretty girl
Pretty girl
Don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you stay last night
Your hair’s all tangled
You smell like wine
Your clothes ain’t buttoned up right
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
The knife was in my trembling hand
When I made than final call
Now all I hear is that train going by
Outside the sandstone walls
In the pines
In the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole day through
FETCH A LITTLE WATER
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| BANGKOK (2018) |
Drink a little whiskey when the well runs dry
Whoa back boys fetch a little water
Feel about as useful as a dead dog’s eye.
Now we’re gathered around this table
Break some bread and hear my tale
Treat it as a final warning
Pay your bills or you’ll go to jail
Whoa back boys and fetch a little water
Fell asleep and missed my station
Woke up in a tidy town
Spent the night in a grand old building
Turned my back and they ripped it down
The sign said, “Eat at Mamma’s Table.”
Took my seat when hunger called
Mashed potato, peas and gravy
Half a roasted chicken but the chicken was small
Whoa back boys fetch a little water
Played the fool in days of schooling
Wasted everybody’s time
Now I’m grown I’m sitting pretty
Swinging a pick in the diamond mine.
Meanwhile meet my new sensation
Something that’s gonna change my life
Walk the street with a girl named Daisy
Daisy Brown gonna be my wife
Whoa back boys and fetch a little water
There’s a moral to this story
I hope it sank into your heard
If I failed then pleased don’t worry
I’ll just start from scratch again
Whoa back boys and fetch some water
BROWN CHAMPAGNE
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| UNGARIE, NSW (2016) |
We talked about The Blues
Slim Dusty heard me singing
He said her liked my tunes
I was born at sunrise the day Les Darcy died
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink another schooner
The merchant navy paid me in the days of Pig Iron Bob
They turfed me out in ’46
I went looking for a job
Working in the coal fields when the troops broke up the strike
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
The barmaid’s name is Valerie
I know she’d like to dance
She hasn’t asked me face to face
She’s too busy
She hasn't had a chance
Deep down I know she likes me
She’s just a little shy
She smilies each time she pours me one more schooner
Had a punch-up with Chjps Rafferty
Almost broke my nose
Played cards with Darcy Dugan
I sparred with Lionel Rose
Won a mint on Gunsynd
Picked every winning run
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
Told a joke to Mo McCaughey
We laughed ’til there were tears
Was a mate of Lenny Lower
We shared a million beers
Pulled a muscle in my back the day Ronald Ryan was hung
I’ll celebrate with brown champagne and drink an other schooner
Hey Valerie one moment
Won’t you meet my friend
He’s in town from somewhere else on a good time mad weekend
He says that he’s not lonely and he’s got a place to stay
And he says he’d like to buy me one more schooner
BUY ME A DRINK (Keys to Your Car)
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| FLINDER'S RANGES, SA (2016) |
My bandages need changing
The kids upstairs are making too much noise
The carpet’s full of fur and fleas
My potted palms need water
Summer drives me mad
I’ve worked myself out a perfect plan
I’ll rent myself a caravan
I’ll dry my sweat while walking on the sand
In a southern ocean breeze
The butcher lost his finger
The chemist needs a shave
The landlord don’t speak English
I don’t speak much Greek
The corner shop cancelled all my credit
I’m sick of eating sardine sandwiches
I caught myself some strange virus
A Z-Grade hepatitis
The test are done
I’ll know my fate in a couple of days
Maybe a week
Won’t you buy me a drink
Won’t you let me kiss your wife
Let me sit between you at the corner of the car
Won’t you lend my your ear, my friend
Won’t you lend me some time
Lend me the keys to your car
The dog ate my prescriptions
The machine ate up my money card
I’m bruised and bashed and beaten
I’ve lost my warm inner glow
My sister stabbed her husband
The magistrate refused her bail
My mother’s in the home for the sick and frail
She won’t write she won’t read my mail
I’ll send her down some chrysanthemums
When I track down a little bit of dough
Won’t you buy me a drink
Won’t you let me kiss your wife
Let me sit between you at the corner of the car
Won’t you lend my your ear, my friend
Won’t you lend me some time
Lend me the keys to your car
HEAVEN’S ANGEL
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| LAKE CARGELLIGO, NSW (2016) |
There was whiskey in my water
It took the “s” from slaughter
I kissed there farmer’s daughter
We built ourselves a house of love
Discount bricks and mortar
A wind storm blew it all away
Alone again and desperate for attention
I had no pretensions except my good I tensions
I’m still young but I need an old age pension
I missed the bus to town
I don't know what happened
I probably never will
There’s lots of things that cannot be explained
We didn’t even fight
We both knew wrong from right
She just stood on slippery coal and slid into the night
I don't wanna be an angle up in heaven
I’d rather a devil on the ground
Time moved on and life became a fable
A bit like Cane and Abel
I tried to turn the tables
All confused like Dave without a Mabel
A king without his crown
One day I’ll be happy
One day I’ll forget
There’s no point in living with a frown
Flowers need their bees
There’s more fish in the sea
The ocean’s deep and fool of fools who want the same as me
I don’t wanna be an angel up in heaven
An angel top in heaven
An angel up in heaven
I don’t wanna be an angel up in heaven
I’d rather be a devil own the ground
CRIMSON PIRATE
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| CAZNEAUX TREE, SA (2016) |
Bees are bad but I’m too tough to sting
Meet me at the boat shed with your old man’s fishing knife
I’ll swap it for a blood eye and a ring
Stole it from the king
Lookout hidden on piggery hill but don’t lean on that fence
It’s alive with electricity
I know my arm is broken but the sling wont slow me down
Snapped it clean when I fell out of a tree
There was a storm at sea
I’m a crimson pirate. A corsair on the waves
Swab them decks and sail them seven seas
With a coat hook for a cutless and a matchbox fior a drum
I’ll fly the skull and crossbones for the queen
We’ll follow all them boneyard crowd and navigate the dam
Catch a snake just to hear your mother scream
Paddy melon cannonball. Copped one in there back of the head
Washed it clean swimming in the stream
We make a perfect team
We’ll sneak into the jailhouse and make a grand escape
We’ll build a boat and sail it down the drain
Hold that fireman’s hatchet and I’ll wear his big brass hat
Together we can rule the Spanish Main
The dinghy rusted in the rain
I’m a crimson pirate. A corsair on the waves
Swab them decks and sail them seven seas
With a coat hook for a cutless and a matchbox fior a drum
I’ll fly the skull and crossbones for the queen
BIG BLACK CLOUD
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| BARMEDMAN, NSW (2016) |
Wallet full of worries on my hip
Never stood a chance. We didn’t even dance
We both left town on a sinking ship
Now I’m scratching my head. Sleeping in a single bed
I hope my long-lost lover pays the bills
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Don’t own no diamonds so I sold a little dope.
Was making more money than a mine
Must have struck a match on some other people’s patch
They turned me in and now I did some time
Washing my feet. Rowing up the well known creek
Dead flies and dust on my window sill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Jack can have my greyhounds and treat ‘em as his pets
Dope ’em up. Let ‘em race. Pay his rent with bets
Jill can have my signature and sign it on her cheques
Tell her that the roof I fixed is leaking
I’ve never been too sentimental
Sometimes I wish my mother used the pill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
Tattoo of an angel on my shoulder sheds a tear
She’s crying for a love affair dropped dead
There’s a million little dreams and thousand dollar schemes
A big black cloudy above my head
I’m heading back south. There’s a bad taste in my mouth
Reminds me of a dentist with a drill
Hip hip hooray. I’m on my way
And now I’ll hide make some sudden changes to my Will
COLD BLACK NIGHT
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| SURRY HILLS, NSW (2018) |
On a cold black night
The town is silent everyone’s asleep (x2)
Moonlight shadows flickering on the wall
Maybe I should push my luck and make another call
On a cold black night
On a cold black night
Engine rumbling up and down the street (x2)
You live in the valley I‘m living high on the hill
No time left for talking and too much time to kill
On a coal clack night
On a cold back night
Empty bottles piled high at my feet (x2)
Bedroom curtains blowing in the breeze
I’m restless as an alley cat
Wont somebody help me please
On a cold black night
On a cold black night
Highway headlights shining through the trees(x2)
I’m sitting by the river on my own
If you don’t want trouble then leave this boy alone
On a cold back night
DIGGING UP THE ROAD
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| UNGARIE, NSW (2016) |
Started yesterday seven a.m
Bill and Benny a Long-Faced Ken
Digging up the road
Lunch box on a cyclone fence
Skinned my knuckle on a monkey wrench
Beg your pardon
Excuse my French
Digging up the road
Hammer needle going knockitty knock
Clang-clanging in the rockitty rock
Time ticking on the clockitty clock
Digging up the road
Bobcat and concrete saw
Generator by the work shed door
Something looking like a dinosaur
Digging up the road
Place steaming like a frying can
Take a shower from a watering can
Glad I’m not the hot mix man
Digging up the road
Black and yellow signs everywhere
Telling people: “Stay away from there.”
Traffic woman got long blond hair
Digging up the road
Spend some money at the close of play
But a six-pack takeaway
Earn some extra on a Saturday
Digging up the road
See you later to Billy ands Ben
Cadge a lift from Long-Face Ken
Monday morning we’ll be back together again
Digging up the road
IF WE WANT TO GET TO HEAVEN
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon x 2
Cold outside you better grab your coat
Let's float the boat
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon x 2
Nobody ever gonna take your place
Let's cut to the chase
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon
Let's not beat around the bush
Let's lay it on the line
Let's not agree to disagree
Let's go flying to the moon
Let's rattle pots and pans
Let's go shake some peaches off the tree
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon x 2
People gonna talk for talking sake
Lets 'em eat cake
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon
Let's not beat around the bush
Let's lay it on the line
Let's not agree to disagree
Let's go flying to the moon
Let's rattle pots and pans
Let's go shake some peaches off the tree
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon x 2
We done a little dance
We drank a little wine
Your place or mine
If we want to get to heaven we better leave real soon
COMING SOON
Goodluck Jimmy
Been There, Done That
Been There, Done That
