We both 18 the year that we met I was older but not by much One look at you and I knew was it And your voice sounded like an 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 down to my
When your asked me to join up with you You nearly with shock but you hid it well what the are you doing? you shouted I left I was singing all the way to my hotel
Headed off from Travelled the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Halls Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we stayed for a we hit the coast near Townsville on the other side Christmas in Cairns didn't have 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 of the Deep
Now has happened since those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places a night in friends and relatives beds And God the lot of you that put us up and fed us to crowds of thousands, played to one or two Played in festivals and pubs, loved and 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 times we get along I can honesty say I the both of you
Now you're living in Sydney in some dingy In a house full of strangers on Ramsgate Paying as much as what the damn things worth in the daytime just to make it though You got your arms to elbows in the sink at some cleaning pots and pans, cups and saucers, Knives and and plates It's a far cry, the life that we knew around the country in a campervan Playing songs, with your sister and you It's too late to go back there