A world become one Of salads & sun Only a fool would say that A boy with a plan A natural man Wearing a white Stetson hat Unhand that gun begone There
lit She's my outback women She knows how to scratch my itch Scratch my itch baby She gave me a pair of moskins, moccasins Made out of kangaroo hide She said ?James
She was young when she left home She was such a pretty thing She fell in love with some kind of sailor She heard the six bells ring She's been walking
Living under northern lights Living under southern crosses We don't even know what's right Getting together a couple of charging horses Call me, call
Well I don't know the reason It came from nowhere But this street just got paved with gold Well I kicked my gong Right out of there Now I'm sitting on
These boys are torn and tired They used to burn so bright They staggered into love or sin one night Turn down that light All of their battles are happy
Looking out upon this endless day Just got better now I must get well Sometimes I think I'll never see A whole wide world in front of me There's always
We were going through the motions You know I need you tonight Yesterday is over, I got the red eyes And you are my sight Hi, hi, give me a chance Hi,
Meet me down by the jetty landing Where the pontoons bump and spray All the others reading standing As the manly ferry cuts it's way to a circular quay
There's a light in the valley There's a heart all alone And the door is always open Go away from your window Pull the shades way down low And in a whisper
up, rip it up There's a message from my baby Lipstick on the fridge There's a message from my baby Lipstick on the fridge It says, James, don't wait
She talked in riddles, she talked in three dimensional She held my lazy head when evening light was gone She called the breaks, I ploughed the lower forty
One could go to jail for taking drugs all night I do believe the sea bird's flown Two is in the ground, boy, he turned off that light When everything
I gotta message but I can't find the words to say I should have a plan but I lost it along the way Too many chiefs and not enough Indians Somebody said
It's everywhere outside your window Just beware, just you chill Truth laid bare, if this don't get you Next thing will The rag and bone man He's trying
Well it's a hard time for the traveller And it's a high time for the poor Something's very wrong here This key won't fit the door I'm gonna call a lawyer
No trouble gone away Blues-weary lazy day No way, no way, yeah No pressure, big sky Coco-Cola, my Lai No way, no way, yeah How many pitchers Can a water
Went a`walking in the sunshine About a thousand Brumby ghosts Hunters bushmen bandits And fence wire on the posts Felt that ebony skin And felt the whole