Came from the hills of Livadia Ice capped peaks and eagle's spire Olive groves and a bowl of stew You dance all night with the kin you never knew Australia seemed like a land of dreams Frigidaires and two TVs Process work won't pay the bills Kids need shoes, takes six weeks of saving And the debt collector haunts your sleep Like a shadow at your heels We can offer tea and sympathy But can't know how it feels Take your blues to the bottle every Friday night And drink them all away Take world in your hands when the weekend comes Tomorrow's another day... Maria, sweet Maria The blinds are torn and the door's ajar A sneaking draught, it chills your bones Maria, you're so far from home Foreman leers as he walks by
Ugly dial and furtive eyes You refuse again today And what will come, there's no way of saying They rob you blind, they s** you dry You sell your life, they sell you lies Wogs and sprogs you hear them say When you meet them face to face They turn away... And the chrome glints hard in the used car yards And the semis whine at night Chequered dreams of sanctuary To the flicker of a neon light Husband's face is pocked and lined Pride is shattered and his rage is blind Out of work, short of hope You try to talk but he just won't understand Maria, sweet Maria The blinds are torn and the door's ajar A sneaking draught, it chills your bones Maria, you're so far from home And you sing your song alone.