We were both 18 the that we met I was slighty but not by much One look at you and I that was it And your voice sounded like an angel
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those in the Kimberley heat boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And denim overcoat all the way down to my
When your sister asked me to join up you You nearly fainted with shock but you hid it the hell are you doing? you when I left I was singing all the way back to my
Headed off from Travelled through the Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we stayed for a Then we hit the coast near Townsville on the side Christmas in Cairns didn't have to go Busking on the just to get a feed kept up all night by the lovers on the top bunk At a backpackers called Rapture of the Deep
Now plenty has happened those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places Many a in friends and relatives beds And God bless the lot of you put us up and fed us Played to crowds of thousands, to one or two Played in festivals and pubs, and hated what we do but looking back now I wouldn't but one of the memories we've made in the eight years and though there were times we didn't get I can honesty say I the both of you
Now you're living in in some dingy room In a house full of strangers on avenue Paying as much as what the damn things worth Working in the just to make it though You got arms to your elbows in the sink at some cleaning pots and pans, cups and saucers, Knives and forks and It's a far cry, the life that we knew Travelling around the in a campervan Playing songs, singing your sister and you It's too late to go there again