Ghost of Alice Springs
Hey bearded old man,
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
Swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
But deep down, he never forgot what Elders used to say,
when the wedge-tailed Eagle was flying in spins, far away.
He is an original bushman,
who knows all the secrets, about this no man's land,
who knows all the ways across this sunny red sand.
He is an original bushman.
Hey bearded old man,
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
But deep down, he never forgot what Elders used to say,
when the smoke was calling wild spirits for a better day.
He is an original aborigine,
who knows all the secrets to find shade under the gumtrees,
who knows with a stick to find a deep water vein easily,
He is an original aborigine.
Hey bearded old man,
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
Hey, bearded old man, Hey bearded old man.
Hey, bearded old man.
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
Swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
But deep down, he never forgot what Elders used to say,
when the wedge-tailed Eagle was flying in spins, far away.
He is an original bushman,
who knows all the secrets, about this no man's land,
who knows all the ways across this sunny red sand.
He is an original bushman.
Hey bearded old man,
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
But deep down, he never forgot what Elders used to say,
when the smoke was calling wild spirits for a better day.
He is an original aborigine,
who knows all the secrets to find shade under the gumtrees,
who knows with a stick to find a deep water vein easily,
He is an original aborigine.
Hey bearded old man,
with wrinkles like the Todd river between canyons and caves,
swinging on a rocking chair, until the poisoned bottle ends,
in Alice Springs every day, sometimes through a storm in orange.
Hey, bearded old man, Hey bearded old man.
Hey, bearded old man.
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Writer(s): Anthony Toulemonde
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