Lyrics by Dawn Sinclair. Everything else me, and I even got the harmonica out for this one, something I haven't done for as while.
Two Bettys
In a place called "Two Bettys", at a fork on the bend
Been drinkin since sundown, and I can’t see no end
My troubles are pressing, got no will an’ no idea
So I’m drownin’ the hurtin’ in whiskey and beer
I remember how it used to be
when we were young and the pace easy-going
The sun was round, the women too
the grapes were fat and wine always flowing
Our laughter filled the taverns, from the Sydney harbour wharves
To the back streets of old Perth, down by the jetties
And I remember finding love and losing it again
In a tavern on a bend known as Two Bettys
The barman was a friend of mine, and I’d pick-up all the empties before leaving.
We’d spin a yarn, like Kublai Khan, the girls drew close, lust made them so believing.
Our laughter filled the taverns, from the Sydney harbour wharves
To the back streets of old Perth, down by the jetties
And I remember finding love and losing it again
In a tavern on a bend known as Two Bettys.
In a place called "Two Bettys", at a fork on the bend,
Been drinkin’ since sundown, and I can’t see no end
My troubles are pressing, got no will an’ no idea
So I’m drownin’ the hurtin’ in whiskey and beer.