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Nullarbor Spirit
Contributed by
Ochonochar
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Wednesday, 22nd August 2012 @ 11:17:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
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NULLARBOR SPIRIT
(Across the Nullarbor)
When the road seems never ending
And with thoughts of home in mind
And the engine is complaining
But he pushes ever on
As the West is where his heart is
And what he misses most
So he must keep rolling onward
Across the Nullarbor
And he knows that when he gets there
By the front door shell be waiting
To hold him in her arms once again
But the road keeps getting longer
And it seems hes getting nowhere
And the lights ahead are fading
As he slowly drifts away
And the only sound hes hearing
Are the bogie wheels still spinning?
And the smell of leaking diesel
And the wail of sirens near
And he dreams of when he gets home
By the front door shell be waiting
To take him in her arms evermore
Cos he lies there by the roadside
In a creek bed south of Dubbo
With his life blood slowly draining
With every breath he takes
But his spirits on the way home
Now his heart has stopped a beating
So he must keep rolling onward
Across the Nullarbor
And he knows that when he gets there
By the door shell be waiting
To hold him in her arms ever more
So forever hell keep driving
On that long road never ending
Dreaming of his childhood sweetheart
Across the Nullarbor.
Copyright ©
Ochonochar
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2012-08-22 23:17:08]
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Re: Nullarbor Spirit
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Thursday, 23rd August 2012 @ 10:26:46 AM AEST
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Oh yes, loved it - what a journey!
Could see the empty never-ending roadway,
hear the engine, smell the diesel, feel the
sadness.
Tommy
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