Thread: All by my lonesome

[quote=DEFENDERZOOK]<span style="color:blue">well.....when travelling the out back.....
there will always be fence wire to be found....
never have i come across a laptop on the side of the road.....</span>

Where is your sense of adventure

<span style="color:blue">as far from mossman as possible......</span>

Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what's this I hear
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer

And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

Oh it's hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer

So it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear-a

That verse reminds me of the time that some mates and I called into the Nerriga pub on April 26. The publican had a frightened expression. We had spent 3 days walking the local wilderness and were suffering from footrot BO and a dreadful thirst.

It was afterall the day after ANZAC day and the kegs were nearly dry and the nearest supply was the Braidwood Bowling Club some many rough hours away. We drank the last. It was the pub with no beer.

Brings a tear to my eye

[quote=DEFENDERZOOK]<span style="color:blue">well.....when travelling the out back.....
there will always be fence wire to be found....
never have i come across a laptop on the side of the road.....</span>

That's why I stick to the Inner West, no shortage of laptop road refuse round here.

Simon

<span style="color:blue">you should be driving a X5 or something more suitable.....</span>

8)this seems to be apostcountthing,

but roy orbison comes to mind

only the lonely

and i am not putting the words up.