I'm driving out to
Birdsville
It won't take very long
The car is prepped and ready
Nothing can go wrong (!)
I'll stop a night at
Charleville
Where it can get so cold
I’ll be on the wallaby
Before next day is old
I'll have a drink at
Quilpie
And see some opal there
Don't bother with a yarn my friend
Back in the drivers chair
I'll overnight at
Coopers Creek
The pub can be forlorn
But I'll be off again you know
Before the day gets warm
The track is long and dusty
Three hundred K or so
Forget the morning tea stop
There's plenty more to go
Long stretches of the bulldust
Stone and corrugation
Just like a thousand other tracks
All across this mighty nation
The land is parched and dry
Its
water that we lack
Thank goodness for the
sign I'll see
The
Birdsville Racing Track.
I'll wander left and feel so strange
A familiar feel, a yen
I'll find myself upon a street
Made out of bitumen.
Now Ruth and Ian's gone
The campground looks like sorrow
I’ve booked accom o dation
At the pub until tomorrow
I'll see the sights and do the rounds
Pictures like the rest
And argue later on about
Which bit was the best
Yes I remember
Birdsville
Before the yobbos came
When Big Red was the real one
The pub’s almost the same
We’d camped along the River
The
water there was Yuk
The Simpson had been crossed at last
On one dune I'd got stuck
The races were the go then
A story I'll not tell
About a female person cause
My wife would give me hell
Yes I remember
Birdsville
There wasn’t much to see
But I can still remember
Those who were nice to me
The copper who was friendly
The barmaid with a grin
The public phone we had to que
Before we could get in
The streets were wide and dusty
The winds were wild and few
Nobody cared where you came from
Nor where you'd driven to
I left there in the morning
I left there in a haze
I nearly took the wrong track
I sure was in a daze
Going back to
Birdsville
Twenty years and more
Since I first went back to
Birdsville
I used to know the score
It’s an easy track to
Birdsville
These days not so cool
No need to put the hubs in
Just watch out for that fool
I've mixed thoughts on
Birdsville
Love and hate it so
Depends on if I'm coming
Or if its time to go.
It's been too long since
Birdsville
The cities all have grown
Thank God for towns like
Birdsville
Where we can be on our own.