We both 18 the year that we met I was slighty but not by much One look at you and I knew was it And your voice sounded like an angel
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those clothes in the Kimberley Blundstone boots, hat, flannelette And overcoat all the way down to my feet
When your sister me to join up with you You nearly with shock but you hid it well the hell are you doing? you shouted I left I was all the way back to my hotel
Headed off from 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 in Cairns didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the streets to get a feed Being kept up all by the lovers on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers Rapture of the Deep
Now has happened since those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places 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 Played in festivals and pubs, and hated what we do but back now I wouldn't trade but one of the memories we've made in the last eight and though there were we didn't get along I can say I love the both of you
Now living in Sydney in some dingy room In a house full of on Ramsgate avenue Paying twice as much as what the damn things 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 and plates It's a far cry, from the life that we Travelling around the in a campervan Playing songs, singing with sister and you It's too late to go back again