The Echuca Guitar Incident

Well you left her in the car one night
So she came home with me
You were to drunk to drive
So we offered a ride
But you said you'd walk comfortably

Was in a tiny little town
With a river through it
And late on a Friday night
There were Gypsy's in the air
And Mr Echuca
Was seemingly everywhere

Was in a tiny little town on Friday night
Seemed everyone was out and feeling alright
Free karaoke at the Irish bar
And a netball team in town from afar

That's when I took your girl home on a Friday night
Something about it still don't feel right
But I took your lady home
On a Friday night

She was oh so new to you
And cut from a southern cloth
Pretty as a picture
Shinny as fresh pressed dime

And you know I'd never do you wrong
I'm as loyal as man's best friend
But every dog will have its day
I just hope
You can forgive me
One of these days

But she was dressed in black and shinning
She hit like a hurricane
I should have left her in the car
Things never would have gone this far

But I took your girl home on a Friday night
Something about it still don't feel right
But I took your girl home
On a Friday night

Yeah I took your girl home on a Friday night
Should have left her in the car
Left her outta my sight
But I took your lady home
On a Friday night

But I took her inside just to keep her clean
She was kinda new and fragile
You know what I mean
Sometimes the best of intentions
Can go astray
Just hope
You can forgive me
One of these day's

But I took your girl home on a Friday night
Something about it still don't feel right
But I took your girl home
On that Friday night

Yeah I took your girl home on a Friday night
I should have left her in the car
Left her outta my sight
But I took your lady home
On that Friday night



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Bradley B Marks
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