Andy Gosling

Andy Gosling

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Drover's Breakfast

Written By: Andy Gosling

Drover’s Breakfast

As I stand here as the sun is sinkin’
Can’t help but think of all that drinkin’
wishin’ I had a stubby in my hand
I waltzed matilda, I walked all over
I dreamt I was the wild rover
Singin’ songs with the band

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

Livin in this land of plenty
Cannot get a lot for twenty
Dollars anymore
Sleepin’ on the soft green grass
In the Anzac memorial park
is against the law

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

With no money in me pockets
Wadin’ through the shoppin’ dockets
Of the coles car park out the front
Ya steal a jumbuck and go to prison
Ya can’t survive on what your given
Well I guess I’m outta luck

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

Wish I was back drovin’ cattle
With a leg of mutton under the saddle
Under the starry skies
Livin’ in them days of glory’s
Becomin’ just a forgotten story
But the drover’s spirit never dies.

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

Drover's Breakfast

Written By: Andy Gosling


As I stand here as the sun is sinkin’
Can’t help but think of all that drinkin’
wishin’ I had a stubby in my hand
I waltzed matilda, I walked all over
I dreamt I was the wild rover
Singin’ songs with the band

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

Livin in this land of plenty
Cannot get a lot for twenty
Dollars anymore
Sleepin’ on the soft green grass
In the Anzac memorial park
is against the law

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

With no money in me pockets
Wadin’ through the shoppin’ dockets
Of the coles car park out the front
Ya steal a jumbuck and go to prison
Ya can’t survive on what your given
Well I guess I’m outta luck

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

Wish I was back drovin’ cattle
With a leg of mutton under the saddle
Under the starry skies
Livin’ in them days of glory’s
Becomin’ just a forgotten story
But the drover’s spirit never dies.

It’s a hard cold night
In a cold hard town
Wake up take a piss take a look around

House of Bricks

Written By: Andy Gosling

Gonna build me baby no house out of sticks
Gonna build my love a tower
Gonna build me baby a house out of bricks
With a garden full of flowers

I’ll build a home and wait for her
With chickens in their pen
On the hope that she’ll return
And she’ll return again

Summertime the flowers died
But springtime the will bloom
I dreamt that you were by my side
For I still dream of you

Your house is broke and fallen down
The chickens lay no more
Flowers returned to the ground
As the dust blows through the door

We finally met up again
We kissed upon a star
Me and me baby together again
In each others arms