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John Williamson( John Robert Williamson )
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Dad's Flowers
Dad came home on the booze bus Drinking in the pub all day He rang Mum to tell her He wouldn't be long away He told her not to worry Keeping dinner hot tonight 'I won the meat tray in the pool comp and I'm alright'
Well Dad's a real old bushie So's his mate that drove the bus He helped Dad in with that side of lamb And he stayed and had a feed with us
Well we were all in the packing shed After we had eaten It was almost Christmas time The work was barely beaten When an old Italian neighbour Like he did last year Came with bottles of home made wine And half a box of beer
Well Dad and me got talking About the good times in the past But once we opened that home made plonk We knew he wouldn't last Well I loaded the truck for market It had to go in tonight Filled her up with petrol And pulled the canvas tight Then we all stood round and argued The language was unreal Dad swore and yelled 'Move over Mum who do you thinks gonna take the wheel?'
Dad's been selling flowers all his life But Grandpa grew em too His a well known man around Flemington He's probably sold a bunch to you
Well we followed a load of veggies Off to Flemington as well It lost a crate of pumpkins But the driver couldn't tell Dad drove ahead to tell the bloke We saved his Queensland blues To show his appreciation Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He gave Dad another box of booze
Dad really hated traffic jams Because he had a Japanese kidney Parramatta road I've heard him say Is the varicose vein of Sydney
There was a Christmas do at the market And the growers all got drunk Dad climbed in to take us home And boy the old man stunk Mum slapped him hard behind the head And said, 'Lie down in the back' Sam and I tied him down With an old tomato sack
Well the cops pulled up the market blokes Going home with an empty load They were putting them in that Government bus Along Silverwater Road Well they put the bag on Mum But she hadn't touched a drop all day And Dad was yelling something about Nibble random tests And the coppers drove away
Well we had a pretty nice Christmas And Dad was sober too He had a real long think standing at the sink While he made Mum a pot of brew He said, 'I'm going to stop this drinking 'it could have been me that they locked up' There's too much to lose with me and the booze 'Here Mum give us your cup'
Dad's been selling flowers all his life And Grandpa grew them too He's a well known man around Flemington He's probably sold a bunch to you Yeah selling flowers all his life And Grandpa grew them too He swore he'd never drink a dry But if he did he'd just have two
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