Founds total 11 songs
That's Who We Are
Little Brodie Williams plays with little Jimmy Lee. One comes from Horsham. One lives down by the sea. One'll go to uni. One'll stay on the land. 'Cause we sure need more doctors.
Smile
Sometimes love is what we make it. Sometimes we're not making love at all. Sometimes when our hearts are breaking. Should we give up or should we give our all.
She's Country
She was born out in the sticks. In the drought of '76. Pulled the wings off bugs for kicks. She's country. Learned to drive in a beat up hack. Shotgun and an old bashed hat.
Senoritas
I don't dance the Cucaracha. I don't play the Moochachas. I've never been to Mexico. I've never had the chance to go. Never met Speedy Gonzales. I don't eat enchiladas.
Nothing's Gonna Slow Me Down
Gonna jump back on this two lane highway. Set my wheels in motion back to you. I've been gone so long now girl. Your memory's all I've got to see me through.
New England Highway
Ive travelled across the country, on every beaten track,. from the sugarcane to the Nullarbor plain. and Ive been to Bourke and back,. but there's nothing I like better.
King Of The Road
Joey lived a mile out a Southern Cross. Working on trucks for the local pit boss. Friday nights when he'd come to town. They'd all line up to see him lay some.
I Thank The Good Lord
I thank the good Lord. For sending you. I believe in miracles. Yeah now I do. And I can't help but thinking. Someone upstairs made a big blue. But I gotta thank him.
Get Loud
You might think it's a one- horse town. No traffic lights, one roundabout. Beccy runs the corner shop. Shuts the door at five o'clock. . You might think this town is dead.
Dirt Racer
Well good evening everybody and welcome to this full throttle thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down and some fearless aussies get ready to get it on, we're about to go hot lappin', the track is in excellent shape, you're about to feel the ground pound folks as we get ready to rack 'em and stack 'em for hot laps.
Cowboy Tequila
Friday night bout ten o'clock. Packed house, line around the block. The bands rockin' the dance floors full. Their crankin' up the speed on the mechanical bull.
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