Cold Chisel - The Backroom lyrics

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There’s another place, does a better job by far When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89 But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door Walnut piano on a wooden floor Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar When the high tide’s s**in’ at the old sea wall And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand They say you can win a mariachi band You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar Haul that mother, haul that son Haul that rubber to the end of a run That ain’t got ridden since between the wars All hidden from the liquor laws Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There’s another place, does a better job by far That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)