We were both 18 the that we met I was slighty older but not by One look at you and I knew was it And your voice like an angel above
One at me you thought I was odd Wearing those clothes in the Kimberley boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And overcoat all the way down to my feet
When your sister asked me to up with you You nearly with shock but you hid it well what the hell are you you shouted when I I was singing all the way to my hotel
Headed off Broom through the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we for a while Then we hit the coast near on the other side in Cairns didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the streets to get a feed Being kept up all night by the lovers on the top At a seedy called Rapture of the Deep
Now plenty has happened those early days Met a lot of people, been a lot of Many a night in friends and relatives 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 back now I wouldn't trade but one of the we've made in the last eight years and though there were we didn't get along I can honesty say I the both of you
Now you're living in in some dingy room In a full of strangers on Ramsgate avenue twice as much as what the damn things worth Working in the daytime just to make it You got your arms to your in the sink at some cleaning pots and pans, cups and saucers, Knives and forks and It's a far cry, from the life that we Travelling around the country in a Playing songs, with your sister and you It's too late to go back again