CHORUS. We've got an all out camp out party going on. Down at the river on the nine mile run. Stoke up the fire gonna have some fun. Down at the river on the nine mile run.
They parted but a year before she never thought he'd come. She stammered blushed hel;d out her hand and called him Mister Gum. How could he know that all the while she onged to murmur John.
I liked it when you couldn't keep your big hands off me. And giving in was my favourite thing to do. But now I'm feelign temporary. I know you're looking straight through me you're trying to find an.
He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub. His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog. He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat.
Well I was sitting in a roadhouse. Havin' a cup to pass the time. Swapping rodeo stories. With a few old territory friend of mine. When some motorcycle riders started snickering in the back.
You've left your house keys in the kitchen. Your cars loaded in the drive. I can barely breath for wishing. God would grant me some more time. But I'll find a smaile for the moment.
Maybe I was born to be a rambling man. Maybe I was born to lose at love. To walk alone and never find. The one that I was dreaming of. CHORUS. The rope that pulls the wind is tangled round my heart.
I'll be home soon enough he said. And kissed my cheek too lightly. Then he sprang into the saddle. And set my heart to beating wildly. My love was but a lad back then.
He was from out west cause he liked the wild best. And his women he liked them the same. He knew about trust, horses and dust. He was chasin' prize money when he came.
Well sally told Debbie and Debbie told me. They caught Suzie down by the creek. Splashing around with the Jones' boy Stretch. Seems they were in way over their heads.
I used to have a boyfriend. You know the kind your mum would like. I brought him these great R.M. boots. He said no, they're not my style. So I dug my heels right in.
There'd be a blue out the back. And we'd all rush from the bar to take a look. Drover Pat and Billy Rnold had been drinking. In the heat all afternoon.
There's a bedford on blacks and an old dirt floor. Hay in the loft and a creck in the door. When you're getting up to mischief down on the farm. It's all gonna happen in the back on the barn.
Johnno drives a cruiser, Stretch is in his ute. Kenny's old torana is hangin' for a hoot. From Tennant Creek to Longreach. It's not a real exclisive club.
A city girl is happy with her friends and family life. Appreciates a wine with him at night. She tries to find the sparkle she searchs but it's gone. With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright.
Well they say a part of Rachel died. The day her true love took his life. She stayed on at the old homestead. And sleeps alone in a cold, cold bed. She doesn't need no-one.
From dusk 'til dawn she's high in the saddle. Out back stock camp cutting out cattle. Crack of the stock whip her hats down low. Gives 'em a run for their money at the rodeo.
I guess everybody knew the way the sergeant knocked her 'round. But he laid down the law in that dusty cattle town. The front bar just fell silent when she begged him please no more.
My mate said don't get on that horse. He's made a fool of better men than you. But I was young and foolish. Not to mention being stubborn like a mule.
They're coming down from the hills and from out of the back blocks. There's a whole lot of ead lights weaving their way down the track. Heading to the showgrounds cranking it up for the big one.