Birdsville Lyrics - Van Diemen's Land - Russell Morris

V1: Well I'm sitting on the sack with a cat on my lap 

When I heard the screen door slam 

Next thing you know, she's driving down the road 

Taking the Combi Van 

Cried me a river, Cried all night long 

Let me know, not a glimmer of hope 

And I'm out of this dump I'm gone 

(chorus) Stick your honey-moon shack 

They don't call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville track 

V2: Well I've never been driven when it comes to women 

They always get the better of me 

Stockman at best, well I come from the West 

They always turn around and leave 

Tired of living, swallowing dust and sand and flies 

Don't take long to do the city and run 

To find a sophisticated guy 

(chorus) Stick your honey-moon shack 

They don't call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville track 

(bridge) Well I mailed my letter from a general store 

And an answer did come back 

Some sweetest thing you ever,ever seen, sent her photograph Well I found her in the lonely hearts of a country magazine 

Good things come to those who wait 

Better never, taking it ease.. 

(solo) 

V3: One of these days, I'll find me a babe, that loves this out-back life 

And this one that's coming could be the woman 

And maybe she's just right 

Tired in the desert, we'll be counting all the stars 

Holding me tight, all through the night 

It never would be so hard 

(chorus) Love that honey-moon shack. 

We'll call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville trackX4