The Showman’s Song

Oh de oh de oh de leey de oh de oh de leey dee dee dee dee dee

Oh come along the road of song where music may be found
And I will tell you of the life you'll leave and travel around
They treat you good they treat you bad, they treat you rather gray
But ramblers have a happy knack of singing their blues away

Now when the trucks are rollin' out on the open road
And trailers are a swaying underneath the mighty load
We face all kinds of weather, bushfires and raging floods
Guess i was born a rambler and the road is in my blood

For the time is here to pack your gear and do the best you can
The cars are nice and shily pained up the caravan
The horns go toot as away we shoot and on the road we go
To meet new friends and faces in the country towns we show

Oh de oh de oh de leey de oh de oh de leey dee dee dee dee dee

We're just a bunch of rolling stones we're always rolling round
We'd like to meet you one and all when we drive into town
If you should make inquiries just where we aim to go
The boys and girls will answer that they don't exactly know

Oh we made the grade from Adelaide around the southern line
And worked right through Victoria in the summertime
But when the wintertime come on we hit the northern run
Travelling round like millionaires following up the sun

For the time is here to pack your gear and do the best you can
The cars are nice and shily pained up the caravan
The horns go toot as away we shoot and on the road we go
To meet new friends and faces in the country towns we show

Oh de oh de oh de leey de oh de oh de leey dee dee dee dee dee

For the time is here to pack your gear and do the best you can
The cars are nice and shily pained up the caravan
The horns go toot as away we shoot and on the road we go
To meet new friends and faces in the country towns we show

Oh de oh de oh de leey de oh de oh de leey dee dee dee dee dee