‘Somewhere In New Zealand Tonight’ Lyrics

Every scratch on this guitar tells a story
Every line on my face is a sign
There’re miles for the dirt on my cowboy boots
And I’m hanging on for closing time

Singing my songs and keeping it country
But there ain’t a cowboy hat in sight
There ain’t no blue moon over Kentucky
‘Cause I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight

So, let the St Joseph’s Maori girls keep singing
There ain’t no silver lining for the land of the long white cloud
The kiwi can’t fly, but I’m doing something right
I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight
I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight

Smoke stings my eyes and it taints my clothes
And her memory taints my mind
While I’m playing for you in this late-night bar
She’s somewhere in New Zealand tonight
Ah, she’s somewhere in New Zealand tonight

So, let the St Joseph’s Maori girls keep singing
There ain’t no silver lining for the land of the long white cloud
The kiwi can’t fly, but I’m doing something right
I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight
I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight
I’m somewhere in New Zealand tonight

‘You’ve Got To Take Love’ Lyrics

You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you and take it with both hands
It waits around for no one, you won’t get no second chance
You can’t say you’ve learned your lesson, this might be the real thing
You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you, it may never come again

You claim your last love left you with a broken heart
Suspicions and the jealousies ripped your soul apart
You vowed you’d never put yourself through the pain again
Well, I’m here to tell you, honey, you gotta try and try again

You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you and take it with both hands
It waits around for no one, you won’t get no second chance
You can’t say you’ve learned your lesson, this might be the real thing
You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you, it may never come again

Your nights of waiting by the phone are in your bygone days
And you say you’ve tried to make love stay a hundred different ways
You cry, “Enough’s enough,” but I might be your perfect match
You’ll never know until you try, and that’s the only catch

You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you and take it with both hands
It waits around for no one, you won’t get no second chance
You can’t say you’ve learned your lesson, this might be the real thing
You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you, it may never come again

You’ve gotta take love when it comes for you, it may never come again

‘Truck Driver In His Head’ Lyrics

Well, he may have a fancy title
A name-plate on his desk
He spends the week at a business course
With a badge pinned on his chest

He’s got the latest model company car
And a dark blue tie to match
But, lady, please don’t count your chicks
Before they’ve even hatched

‘Cause he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Won’t leave the road till he’s dead
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He’s a truck driver in his head

Lunch with his new client
On the company account
Wine and, “Please, another course”
No limit on amount

‘Cause he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Won’t leave the road till he’s dead
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He’s a truck driver in his head

Well, he once had a wife I am told
But now he don’t mention her name
She meant more than he ever knew
Until she went away

But he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise, oh yeah
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Denies every word he’s said
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He’s a truck driver in his head

Don’t try to brand him, no one understands him
But the truck driver in his head

‘Slipping Away’ Lyrics

‘Bloodshot Eyes’ Lyrics

‘Up Country’ Lyrics

Well, I’ve had enough of armed robbery
Shooting people ain’t my style
And I’ve gotten sick of high-class snobbery
I’m headed up country for a while

There’s no good news in my mailbox
Just death, destruction and decay
You think you’re right and there’s another knock
Another cold and windy day

Well, I’m headed up country for a while
Where it’s easier to smile
Where I can walk a country mile
And I’m headed up country for a while

I work all day to bring some money home
To try to keep my family fed
But prices rise and my wages don’t
I’m either dying or I’m dead

Well, I’m headed up country for a while
Where it’s easier to smile
Where I can walk a country mile
And I’m headed up country for a while

You can’t walk the streets after eight o’clock
Without someone beating on your head
Your body can heal, but your mind cannot
So stay indoors all night instead

Well, I’m headed up country for a while
Where it’s easier to smile
Where I can walk a country mile
And I’m headed up country for a while

Where I can walk a country mile
I’m headed up country for a while
I’m headed up country for a while
I’m headed up country for a while

‘My Heart Ain’t Broken’ Lyrics

‘Here Comes Friday’ Lyrics

Sitting down here with you on my mind
Wondering if I ever should’a’ left you behind
But I can’t so I won’t even try
Waiting for Friday when I’ll come home
Get a kiss from you, get you alone
Make some love underneath the night sky

Woh, here comes Friday
Woh, we’ll make it my day

Well, the people up here don’t like me at all
Won’t lend me change so I can give you a call
Just to hear your voice makes me all right
Now Thursday’s here, I’m on the edge of my seat
I won’t go to bed, ’cause I know I won’t sleep
The hours drag on, I get uptight, but let me tell ya

Woh, here comes Friday
Gonna make some love, gonna get it right
Gonna hug my girl ’cause she’s all right
Woh, look out, Friday

Woh, here comes Friday
Now Friday’s here and I’m headed home
Thinking of you sitting there alone
But the weekend goes by, oh, so fast

And I’m back here again with you on my mind
Wondering if I ever should’a’ left you behind
But I can’t so I won’t even try
Waiting for Friday when I’ll come home
Get a kiss from you, get you alone
Make some love underneath the night sky

Woh, here comes Friday
Woh, we’ll make it my day
Gonna make some love, gonna get it right
Gonna hug my girl ’cause she’s all right
Woh, look out, Friday

Woh, here comes Friday

‘(Ride, You) Bastards Of The Rodeo’ Lyrics

‘Like Father, Like Son’ Lyrics

If you ask why I’m driving trucks and not practising law
I’ll say I gave it a go, but I found it was such a bore
And I could’ve become a doctor, man
But it was too much hard work for me to stand

Some things never change
Like father, like son

If you ask why I’m drinking here and not home with my kin
I’d rather be here romancing a bottle of gin
I’d rather be joking with my friends
Chatting up barmaids until the night ends

Some things never change
Like father, like son

Well, some things never change and they won’t change now
And if they did I should would wonder how

If you ask why I spend my pay before it’s in my hand
I’ll say money’s just paper and I couldn’t give a damn
Well, the bills keep mounting up at home
Life’d be easier if I lived it alone

Some things never change
Like father, like son

Well, some things never change and they won’t change now
And if they did I should would wonder how

If you ask why I spend my pay before it’s in my hand
I’ll say money’s just paper and I couldn’t give a damn
Well, the bills keep mounting up at home
Life’d be easier if I lived it alone

Some things never change
Like father, like son
Some things never change
Like father, like son
Some things never change
Like father, like son

‘Gypsy Woman’ Lyrics

‘Anzac Day’ Lyrics

It’s Anzac Day morning, the streets are empty
The wind is cold upon my face
The day is dawning, and I’ve drunk plenty
To get me through to dawn parade

My band’s been playing round the corner
We play there every Sunday night
And I’m just praying the Devil’s water
Will get me through to Anzac night

My grandaddy, shipped to the islands
Never saw a fighting day
The army doctor stamped the papers
Unfit for combat, too fit to stay

Demolition in the Pacific
While his mates with rifles fired
“Dearest Betty, I feel my effort
“Just ain’t worth enough,” he’d write

Well, it’s Anzac Day, all our boys been blown away
And nobody gives a damn about the sacrifice they made
All the shops along the beachfront are opening this day
God, don’t they know it’s Anzac Day?

Donald Clancy, a man of legend
A hero of the second war
Well, he beat the foe then, but he can’t beat age
No, he can’t even reach the door

His proud and broad frame now supported
By a nurse he calls The Brass
She helps remember who his kids are
She wipes his chin and nose and arse

Well, it’s Anzac Day, for his boys been blown away
And nobody gives a damn about the sacrifice he made
All the shops along the beachfront are opening this day
God, don’t they know it’s Anzac Day?

John McGuire, apprentice plumber
Never owned a fighting bone
But he was killed, bombed in Korea
Cold as sin, but not alone

All had families, wives and children
Barely old enough to know
John’s dear Sally, she got a letter
But swore she’d never let John go

Well, it’s Anzac Day, for her boy’s been blown away
And nobody seems to understand the sacrifice she made
All the shops along the beachfront are opening this day
God, don’t they know it’s Anzac Day?

Lest we forget those before us
Who gave their lives for what we’ve got
Is it really worth a cent now?
Shipped to destruction, all for what?

Now we’re craning at the flagpole
As the sheet waves into sight
And we’re just praying the Devil’s water
Will get us through to Anzac night