Big Sundown

Well when I was a child

My mother told me son

Don't succumb to fan or fair

Or wait for your day to come

Dad drank like a fish

Watching Geronimo

On the coach with his belly out

In a cloud of Richmond smoke

We snuck around the back

By the light of the TV glow

Tell me where are we going and when can we leave

Take your brothers car I’ll drive for free

The watching eyes are coming round

On the day of the big

Day of the Big Sundown

I worked all summer saving

Up to fly the nest

I was cutting grass in the cul-de-sac

With a two stroke Cub Cadet

I was dreaming of the bush man

And the Northern Desert sky

And Martin Cash and Old Bold Jack

And The Great Australian Bite

Well I pushed that mower round

Every god-damn house in town

Tell me where are we going and what's the plan

We could cut cloth in the promised land

I could see us now man riding out

On the way to the big

Way to the Big Sundown

Cause the road will open up

And at least that's what I hope

What I hope

What I hope it does

We got to Darwin Harbour

Was the fall of eighty three

The foreman had us pouring asphalt

By a sewage treatment facility

Said you couldn't find the end of a shovel

Cause you can't teach stupid how

He said “go ahead fellas it's now or never

Cause these holes won't fill themselves”

I said “thank you very much

but I think we best be off”

Tell me where are we going and when can we stop

Do ya reckon Jimmy Cook man ever felt lost?

I wonder if he turned around

On the way to the big

Way to the Big Sundown

Cause the road will open up

And at least that's what I hope

What I hope

What I hope it does