Jessie's on a milking stool. Her chores are almost done. Joe's V8 comes through the gate. He calls and says c'mon. They're off to crank the weekend up Joey lets it rip.
Verse 1:. The dawn is breaking, out on a back track, the sun is cutting through like a knife.. He knows the morning, the smell of the diesel, another day in a young mans life,.
Verse 1:. Got a brick veneer on a little block, we're working our way to payin' it off, we get by, Living in Australia. Sit on the verandah when it's to hot inside, we can't use the hose coz it's been to dry,.
I'm counting the miles as they roll along. I'm scanning the dial for an old familiar song. to pass the time. Fueled up out of Narrabri. . I'll survive the steps.
Verse one:. Been hauling across this country, chasin' down the dream, played every bar and rodeo and everywhere between.. Broken down and busted, riding on my luck, the man said if you want it you got to want it bad enough..
I tumbled into life, out on the western line. A simple gathering of melody and rhyme. Written down and tweeked a bit,. Ink pen on manuscript. Little town Little song.