My mama told me not to play the guitar. Stuck in a bottle neck you won't get far. Hanging around with your sleeping in friends. Elegant women, here I go again.
If I got locked away. And we lost it all today.... Tell me honestly.... Would you still love me the same?. If I showed you my flaws. If I couldn't be strong.
That tinpot town went and spat me out. Onto that eastern track. My Dad he gave me a month or two. Before the city spat me back. A flat bed truck picked me up.
Little Sisters, Little Sisters. They'll niggle and annoy you. Like a blister in your shoe. But God bless my Little Sisters. 'Cause this big brother. Well he's looking out for you.
Darling one day you will know. Why it is that you must go. Why tomorrow you will be. So far away from me. Maybe then we'll understand. how easily The time between.
Left my home long ago. To travel up the Tanami Road. So many young fellas were like me. Head full of ideas and pretty keen. I didn't think that anyone would remember me for very long.
Theres a tyre pn a rope above the swimming hole. where Danny and Dave and Tim would go. make up stories bout girls they know. brothers and best friends.
Joey lived a mile out a Southern Cross. Working on trucks for the local pit boss. Friday nights when he'd come to town. They'd all line up to see him lay some.
Don't know what it is but I kinda like it. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's not. Don't know what it is but I kinda like it. Kinda like it a lot. . She slid across the front seat.
Got any plans for the weekend. Cause I've got an idea. Lets do something we ain't done in a couple years. Lets roll out on the highway and we'll wave the world goodbye.
Just how far does the universe go. Does it ever end, you say you want to know. Just how high can you count. Before the numbers all runs out. . Who built the Pyramids.
I'm gonna raise the Titanic. Sail across the Atlantic. And this time it ain't gonna sink. I'm gonna sit here in this chair. With this beer and declare.
They say men and women are worlds apart. And neither one are willing to travel that far. But I never bought in to psychological stuff. And never claimed to be a bonafide genius.
I thank the good Lord. For sending you. I believe in miracles. Yeah now I do. And I can't help but thinking. Someone upstairs made a big blue. But I gotta thank him.
I woke up this morning smelling like lemons. Salt on the back of my hands. Mouth was so dry. I couldn't even spit My eyes felt. like they were full of sand.
Here, here is where I was born. My father's son. In the heart of the country. . Here I got my family tree. Deep down in me Still growing strong. . But there, there are those city lights.
I wanna find what others rarely find. conscience clean and peace of mind. life like a book i'm proud to sign. written on hearts i leave behind. . I wanna roll on a road of my own design.
Grandpa had a piano, it was built in 1904. he bought it down from Sydney town before the first world war. He'd sit down and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his head.
Precious Lord take my hand. Lead me on let me stand. For I am tired I am weak I am worn. Through the storms through the night. Lead me on to the light.
We were barely seventeen. Two kids with the grown up dream. Of a perfect love. Foolin' round in my first car. Careful not to go too far. That's how it was..