John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
John Williamson
Well I've listened with patience to all your sad tales
When you're short of a smoke or the pub's got not ale
But tell me fair dinkum, I don't want you to kid
Have you ever been sipping and short of a quid
Have you been to strange town in search of job
Where a stranger's not welcome by the local born mob
Youve probably done the same thing as I did
Stood around in the bar and was short of a quid
As I gazed at the drinkers all quenching their thirst
My lips were so dry I thought they would burst
I reckoned someone would notice but no-body did
Theyve apparently never been short of a quid
The publican's looks were black as the night
And I heard someone whisper, this blokes on the bite
So I held up my wrist-watch and called for a bid
But no one would buy it or lend me a quid
Oh you blokes who have money to travel in style
May laugh at my story but I too can smile
To the ?traveller? and the drifter Ill raise my old head
Cause they know what its like to be short of a quid
Well Ive listened with patience to all your sad tales
When youre short of a smoke, or the pubs got no ale
But tell me you Gypsies I dont want you to kid
Have you ever been travelling short of a quid