By the Barwon
It was a week of weather over 40
The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade
The heat was roasting the little town
By the Barwon
They'd had enough of the concrete footpath
Had enough of the takeaway
Must have been a dozen in that Falcon
Heading down to the Barwon
Could've gone to the local pool
But it's not as brown
It's not as cool
Yellowbelly, rivergums
Maybe a cousin or two .
By the Barwon
There's the rattly bridge with the swallow nests
At the shotgun sign you hang a left
It's a well-worn track to that well-known bend
In the Barwon
There's been stories told around a roaring fire
Lovers held under a million stars
And a lot of empty bottles have been cast adrift
In the Barwon
Could've gone to the local pool
But it's not as brown
It's not as cool
Yellowbelly, rivergums
Maybe a cousin or two .
By the Barwon
It was a week of weather over 40
The dogs were panting in the pepercorn shade
The heat was roasting the little town
By the Barwon
They've been coming here for so many years
Before the bridge and the town and the bottles of beer
And when the next flood passes they'll all be back
In the Barwon
The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade
The heat was roasting the little town
By the Barwon
They'd had enough of the concrete footpath
Had enough of the takeaway
Must have been a dozen in that Falcon
Heading down to the Barwon
Could've gone to the local pool
But it's not as brown
It's not as cool
Yellowbelly, rivergums
Maybe a cousin or two .
By the Barwon
There's the rattly bridge with the swallow nests
At the shotgun sign you hang a left
It's a well-worn track to that well-known bend
In the Barwon
There's been stories told around a roaring fire
Lovers held under a million stars
And a lot of empty bottles have been cast adrift
In the Barwon
Could've gone to the local pool
But it's not as brown
It's not as cool
Yellowbelly, rivergums
Maybe a cousin or two .
By the Barwon
It was a week of weather over 40
The dogs were panting in the pepercorn shade
The heat was roasting the little town
By the Barwon
They've been coming here for so many years
Before the bridge and the town and the bottles of beer
And when the next flood passes they'll all be back
In the Barwon
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Keith Robert Buchanan
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