Russell Morris - Birdsville

S^E5itting on the sack with a cat on my lap, when I heard the screen door s^E7lam N^E5ext thing you know, she's driving down the road, taking the Kombi V^E7an Cr^Aied me a river, cr^A7ied all night long L^E5eft me no, not a glimmer of hope, saying I'm out of this dump I'm g^E7one

Stick your h^B7oney-moon shack, they don't c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track ^Edim7

Well I've n^E5ever been driven, when it comes to women They always get the better of ^E7me, s^E5tockman at best I come from the West, they always turn around and l^E7eave T^Aired of living, swallowing d^A7ust and sand and flies D^E5on't take long I’ll do the city run, to find a soph-ophisticated g^E7uy

Stick your h^B7oney-moon shack, they don't c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track ^Edim7

Well I m^Aailed my letter from the general store and an a^A7nswer did come back From the sw^E5eetest thing you ever did see, sent her photog^E7raph Well I f^Aound her in the lonely hearts of a c^A7ountry magazine G^B7ood things come to those who wait, b^Aetter than never, its better to l^E7eave

W^E5ell one of these days, I'll find me a babe, that loves this out-back l^E7ife And this ^E5one that's coming could be the woman, and maybe she's just r^E7ight H^Aide in the desert, we'll be c^A7ounting all the stars H^E5olding me tight, all through the night, it never would be so h^E7ard

Love that h^B7oney-moon shack, we’ll c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track ^Edim7 Love that h^B7oney-moon shack, we’ll c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track^Edim7 Love that h^B7oney-moon shack, we’ll c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track^Edim7 Love that h^B7oney-moon shack, we’ll c^Aall this living Out h^A7ere at the back of the B^E7irdsville Track