Sorrento
David never played guitar, he was a postman on a bike
He was just a simple man, he never needed city lights
From a small town called Sorrento, in 1945, he was a child
Oh, and David drank his whiskey, as he sat and watched the game
He was a Collingwood supporter, but don't hold that against him
And one day, he had a daughter who taught him what it takes to raise her right
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this, oh, so simple man
He worked for every dollar, and he paid for every can
It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrеnto, oh, let's go back to the beach
And wе'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
That's the life I need
And David met a girl who would soon become his wife
And they had two kids and settled down, and built a little slice of
A little slice of heaven in a town they both called home
Small town Sorrento
And as the time moves on, old Sorrento turned to Rye
He still read the morning paper and bet on horses every night
Now his kids got kids of their own, he was a grandpa overnight
Overnight
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this, oh, so simple man
He worked for every dollar and he paid for every can
It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
That's the life I need
Oh, and even though you're gone, that old Sorrento feels the same
And just like you did as a kid, they still play footy in the rain
And one day when I'm done, I'll see you smile again and you say
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh-oh
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life I need
That's the life I need
That might be the life for me
That might be the life I need
Let's go back to, ooh, let's go back to the beach
He was just a simple man, he never needed city lights
From a small town called Sorrento, in 1945, he was a child
Oh, and David drank his whiskey, as he sat and watched the game
He was a Collingwood supporter, but don't hold that against him
And one day, he had a daughter who taught him what it takes to raise her right
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this, oh, so simple man
He worked for every dollar, and he paid for every can
It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrеnto, oh, let's go back to the beach
And wе'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
That's the life I need
And David met a girl who would soon become his wife
And they had two kids and settled down, and built a little slice of
A little slice of heaven in a town they both called home
Small town Sorrento
And as the time moves on, old Sorrento turned to Rye
He still read the morning paper and bet on horses every night
Now his kids got kids of their own, he was a grandpa overnight
Overnight
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this, oh, so simple man
He worked for every dollar and he paid for every can
It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
That's the life I need
Oh, and even though you're gone, that old Sorrento feels the same
And just like you did as a kid, they still play footy in the rain
And one day when I'm done, I'll see you smile again and you say
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life for me
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh-oh
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach
And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet
Well, that simple life you loved, well, I think that's the life I need
That's the life I need
That might be the life for me
That might be the life I need
Let's go back to, ooh, let's go back to the beach
Credits
Writer(s): Toni Watson, Randy Belculfine
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