Charlene and her husband Craig
Been six months out of Mackay
Livin' like gypsies in
a Casavilla pop -top
Takin' one day at a time
Hooked up with Pete from Reevesville,
who gave the teaching game away
Joined the Inland Wanderers,
now he's picking grapes in the M .I .A.
No passports, no or ders,
no bosses, no borders
Cause they're living in the
land of the getaway,
no telling where the road will end
They're livin' in the land of the getaway
And just around the bend
is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway
She got Jemma with a life in her backpack
And chucked in her law degree
And when she's done chippin'
gun to Windy Cotton,
she's gonna hitch up the territory
White tribes in the red dirt
campgrounds,
playin' cricket as the sun goes down
A beer and a chuckle as they wonder
what their mates in the
city are doin' now
No peacock, no harry,
no rat race, no worries
They're livin' in the land of the getaway
No tellin' where the road will end
They're livin' in the land of the getaway
And just around the bend
is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway
No deadlines, no humdrum,
full tank of freedom
When we're living in
the land of the getaway
No telling where the road will end
We're living in the land of the getaway
Just around the bend
is a brand new day
And we're living in the
land of the getaway
No telling where the road will end
Living in the land of the getaway
Just around the bend is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway
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