Colin Buchanan - The Birdsville Races lyrics

Now folk's will tell you Birdsville is a little town You'd miss it if you blink But I took a trip out that way And it's not the sort of town Most people think .... They told me just a hundred people Make this little town their humble home But as I came in from Bedourie I found I most certainly was not alone They're 30 deep in the street By the pub in the scrub A sea of sozzled faces Pack your bag, hump your swag Out the back, down the track* To the Birdsville Races! *last time to Coda Now I've seen them race at Randwick Where admittedly the track is somewhat greener But dirt and dust fit the bill quite nicely Out there by the Diamantina The bookies do a roaring trade And even me, an out-and-out beginner Put 2 bucks each way on Loquacity Who thundered home a winner ... They're 30 deep in the street By the pub in the scrub A sea of sozzled faces Pack your bag, hump your swag Out the back, down the track* To the Birdsville Races! They'd flown, they drove, they bussed it It was really nothing short of an invasion ... And Brooksey had his pan-tech full of booze Ready for the big occasion Come Sunday all the visitors and Dagwood vans and hangers-on departed And I wonder if the first old Birdsville jockey Knew just what it was he started! They're 30 deep in the street By the pub in the scrub A sea of sozzled faces Pack your bag, hump your swag Out the back, down the track* To the Birdsville Races! *Coda See you cob, join the mob By the pub, in the scrub At the Birdsville Races