Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
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It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
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Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
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And drove it down to Adelaide
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She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
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I thought the heat would never end
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But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy
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And a few extra dollars to spend
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I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
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I was talking to his teenage son
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I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
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At least until he'd had some fun
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I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
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Thinkin' all you have to do is try
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There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
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"Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"
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Home and broken hearted
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I've been pasted to the telephone
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Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
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The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
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And on the radio it's New Year's Eve
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What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
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Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
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The steaks were washed away in the rain
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Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
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She'll never be my friend again
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And everyone was asking me where's the little woman
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Rolled home before the rain could stop
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I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
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With my heels on the table-top
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Home And Broken Hearted
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Cold Chisel |