We were both 18 the year we met I was slighty older but not by One look at you and I that was it And your voice sounded like an above
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those clothes in the heat boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And denim all the way down to my feet
your sister asked me to join up with you You nearly fainted with shock but you hid it what the hell are you you shouted when I I was all the way back to my hotel
off from Broom Travelled through the Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we stayed for a Then we hit the coast near on the other side Christmas in didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the just to get a feed Being kept up all by the lovers on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers called Rapture of the
Now plenty has happened since 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 of thousands, played to one or two in festivals and pubs, loved and hated what we do but looking back now I wouldn't 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 in Sydney in some dingy room In a house full of on Ramsgate avenue Paying twice as much as the damn things worth in the daytime just to make it though You got your arms to your elbows in the sink at cleaning pots and pans, cups and saucers, Knives and and plates It's a far cry, from the that we knew Travelling around the country in a Playing songs, singing with sister and you too late to go back there again