A Good Mate..
...and the only guy I know who could wheelstand his bike for 21 power poles,past the Girls College, back in the old days, when we were silly young buggers!
Song of a Drifter
I�ve cut me load, and that�s me song,
Its time I hit the track,
I�ve been round here for far too long
And now I�m headin� back.
I�m splittin� from this worn-out scene,
I�m packin� up me gear,
I�m takin� off for pastures green,
I�m snatchin� it from here.
I�ve heard the things they said to me,
I�ve bogged meself in stuff,
I�ve took responsibility
And now I�ve had enough.
I�ll drag me hook, I�ll just un-front,
I�m heading for the door,
I�m castin� off, I�ll pole me punt,
I�m not here any more.
So good luck, mate, I�m movin� on
I�ll leave the place to you,
And if they ask you where I�ve gone
Just tell them I shot through.
And if we meet some other place
A stranger you will be,
I can�t remember name or face,
They�re all the same to me.
I�ll greet you like a brother;
I�ll make you laugh somehow,
And then one day I�ll drift away
Just like I�m doin� now.
Barry Crump
Me and Westy at my 21st