We
were
both 18 the year that we met
I was slightly older but not by much
One look at you and I knew that that was it
And your voice sounded like
an angel of love
One look at me, you thought
that I was odd
Wearing those clothes in the
Kimberley heat
Blunts them boots,
cowboy hat, flannelette
Denim overcoat
all the way down to my feet
When your sister asked me
to join up with you
You nearly fainted with shock
but you hit it well
What the hell are you doing,
you shouted when I left
I was singing all the way back to my
hotel
Headed off from Broome,
travelled through the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Halls Creek Wyndham,
Cuninara, Darwin, we stayed for a while
Then we hit the coast
near Townsville on the other side
Well Christmas in Cairns,
didn't have nowhere to go
Busking on the street just to get a feed
Being kept awake all night
by those lovers in the top bunk
Had a seedy backpack,
that's got Racha off the deep
Now plenty has happened
since those early days,
met a lot of people and
been a lot of places,
many a night in friends
and re latives beds,
and God blessed a lot of you
that put us up and fed us,
played to crowds of thousands,
played to one or two,
played in festivals and pubs,
loved and hated what we do,
but looking back now I wouldn't trade but one of
the memories we made in the last eight years,
and though there were times
we didn't get along,
can honestly say that I love the both of you.
Now you're living in Sydney
in some dingy room
with a house full of strangers
on Ramsgate Avenue.
You're paying twice as much
as what the damn thing's worth.
Working in the daytime
just to make it through.
You got your arms to your elbows
in the sink at some place.
Cleaning pots and pans,
cups and saucers,
knives and forks and plates.
It's a far cry from the life that we knew.
Travelling round the country
in a camper van.
Playing songs,
singing with your sister and you.
It's too late now to go back there again.
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