The+Grape+Harvest's+Over*

The grape harvest's over I've got no plans to be sober Until my pockets stop sagging with the pittance I've made One last drink with Frankie and one last kiss from Mona Then farewell to Mildura and the few friends I've made

Then it's into the car riding high in the saddle I'm chasing bad money and making no plans Sometimes it seems I've been alone since the cradle Then the road opens up like a welcoming hand

Then I load up the wagon with the dog and some flagons My backseat come bedroom is full of old dreams And it's southward we'll travel coughing red dust and gravel Held together with wire and feeling strained at my seams

When I'm in this old car I feel like one of the cowboys Out riding the ranges in the night all alone Taking my chances with no backward glances Following nobody's rules but my own

I've got just enough money to get to Moloney's Where the sea wind spits ice through the holes in my clothes Near the old dead volcano I'll dig the potatoes The deep mud has fingers that clutch weary bones

Sometimes I stop and I stare at the night sky Just me and the dog and the cold distant stars And sometimes it seems like it's all just an alibi For not stopping and thinking and feeling too hard

Then it's into the car riding high in the saddle I'm chasing bad money and making no plans Sometimes it seems I've been alone since the cradle Then the road opens up like a welcoming hand

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