A Good Mate..

...and the only guy I know who could wheelstand his bike for 21 power poles,
past the Girls College, back in the old days, when we were silly young buggers!



Song of a Drifter


I’ve cut me load, and that’s me song,
Its time I hit the track,
I’ve been round here for far too long
And now I’m headin’ back.

I’m splittin’ from this worn-out scene,
I’m packin’ up me gear,
I’m takin’ off for pastures green,
I’m snatchin’ it from here.

I’ve heard the things they said to me,
I’ve bogged meself in stuff,
I’ve took responsibility
And now I’ve had enough.

I’ll drag me hook, I’ll just un-front,
I’m heading for the door,
I’m castin’ off, I’ll pole me punt,
I’m not here any more.

So good luck, mate, I’m movin’ on
I’ll leave the place to you,
And if they ask you where I’ve gone
Just tell them I shot through.

And if we meet some other place
A stranger you will be,
I can’t remember name or face,
They’re all the same to me.

I’ll greet you like a brother;
I’ll make you laugh somehow,
And then one day I’ll drift away
Just like I’m doin’ now.

Barry Crump


Me and Westy at my 21st

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