Roaring Jack - Moving On lyrics

Jimmy was a good man, worked all his life In a town near Broken Hill Loved the feel of the sun on his back And the red, red dust that stretched to the outback End of the day, picking up pay News breaks, mine closed down They're taking his job away And he'd felt the wind on the Mundi plain Like a banshee in the storm There's no time left for looking back And it looks like time for moving on Jimmy despondent, Jimmy depressed Takes his trouble to the bar When he's drinking out in Silverton He can never take too much, never drive too far Dark night, truck headlights ‘Roo buckles in fright, dead on the side He's been through this before He fills his days shooting thingyatoos Out at the reservoir At fifty-two there's not much to do When you're crippled by your age and they don't want to know you Back in town he can take the frowns He can take the knocks but he can't stand the fact That he's still got two strong hands Jimmy was a good man, worked for a quid In a town near Broken Hill And the wind blows cruel down Argent Street And his footsteps fall like the pounding of a heart beat Gotta make a run, gotta get away Gotta leave this town It's gonna break my soul some day And he's felt the wind on the Mundi plain And he's watched the wedge tail fly There's no time left for looking back And this town's no place to die