We were 18 the year that we met I was slighty but not by much One look at you and I knew was it And voice sounded like an angel above
One at me you thought I was odd Wearing those in the Kimberley heat Blundstone boots, cowboy hat, And denim overcoat all the way to my feet
your sister asked me to join up with you You nearly with shock but you hid it well the hell are you doing? you shouted when I I was all the way back to my hotel
off from Broom Travelled the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a in Halls Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, we stayed for a while Then we hit the coast Townsville on the other side Christmas in didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the streets to get a feed kept up all night by the lovers on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers Rapture of the Deep
Now plenty has happened since those days Met a lot of people, been a lot of a night 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, loved and what we do but looking back now I trade but one of the memories we've made in the eight years and there were times we didn't get along I can say I love the both of you
Now living in Sydney in some dingy room In a full of strangers on Ramsgate avenue Paying twice as much as what the damn things Working in the daytime just to it though You got your arms to your in the sink at some Place cleaning pots and pans, and saucers, Knives and forks and It's a far cry, from the life we knew Travelling the country in a campervan Playing songs, singing your sister and you It's too to go back there again