Russell Morris - Birdsville lyrics

V1: Well I'm sitting on the sack with a cat on my lap When I heard the screen door slam Next thing you know, she's driving down the road Taking the Combi Van Cried me a river, Cried all night long Let me know, not a glimmer of hope And I'm out of this dump I'm gone (chorus) Stick your honey-moon shack They don't call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville track V2: Well I've never been driven when it comes to women They always get the better of me Stockman at best, well I come from the West They always turn around and leave Tired of living, swallowing dust and sand and flies Don't take long to do the city and run To find a sophisticated guy (chorus) Stick your honey-moon shack They don't call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville track (bridge) Well I mailed my letter from a general store And an answer did come back Some sweetest thing you ever,ever seen, sent her photograph Well I found her in the lonely hearts of a country magazine Good things come to those who wait Better never, taking it ease.. (solo) V3: One of these days, I'll find me a babe, that loves this out-back life And this one that's coming could be the woman And maybe she's just right Tired in the desert, we'll be counting all the stars Holding me tight, all through the night It never would be so hard (chorus) Love that honey-moon shack. We'll call this living out here at the back of the Birdsville trackX4