John Williamson - No one loves brisbane like jesus

^GI came down from Ca^Cboolture for a ^Gdo at the Bronco’s ^Cclub You ^Gwon’t get lost mate, it’s ^Ceasy, turn ^Dleft at the Brekkie Creek ^Gpub Then I ^Gwent down into the ^CValley, the ^Ggirls on the street turned their ^Chead I got ^Ghopelessly lost then I ^Csaw this sign, you ^Dwon’t believe what it ^Gsaid

^CNo one knows Brisbane like Jesus, ^GJesus, ^CJesus ^CNo one knows Brisbane like Jesus, ^GJesus, ^Chey

^GWell Lord help me out the ^CValley, I’m ^Glost like a sheep and I’m ^Cdown ^GWhere the hell is the ^CStory Bridge, I’m ^Dgoing around and a^Ground Well I ^Gfinally got to the ^CBroncos, thinking ^Gthis was just one of those ^Cnights And ^Gthere it was, all ^Cover the club, in ^Dmaroon and golden ^Glights

^CNo one loves the Broncos like Jesus, ^GJesus, ^CJesus ^CNo one loves the Broncos like Jesus, ^GJesus, ^Chey

Well the ^Gdoorman was pleased to ^Csee me, you ^Gfinally made it old ^Cson You’re ^Gjust in time for the ^Csinging, the ^Dspeeches are almost ^Gdone The ^Gmanager flung the door ^Copen, ^Gthere was a standing ^Ccrowd A ^Glittle bloke up on the ^Cpodium, ^Dcome on folks, sing it out ^Gloud