The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw
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โฑ๏ธ 4:48 duration
๐ ID: 11450155
๐ Lyrics
Sunrise on the station breaks the morning's spell
Red and green streamers flyin' outside the Railway View Hotel
Cleveland St shuffles shinin' into the mighty roar
We were walkin' through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Livin' eight to a house, post Menzies' Land of Plenty
But there was nothin' left for people like us in September 1970
Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
We didn't work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw
If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts
Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door
And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Saturday morning on the Botany Road was mean and it was lean
Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin' through a richer man's dream
By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
Clothes lines are flyin' high, the sun is sinkin' behind the flats
As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs
As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
Young Labor sits stoned in a terrace house, the Sydney Swans on Pay tv
Red and green streamers flyin' outside the Railway View Hotel
Cleveland St shuffles shinin' into the mighty roar
We were walkin' through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Livin' eight to a house, post Menzies' Land of Plenty
But there was nothin' left for people like us in September 1970
Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
We didn't work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw
If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts
Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door
And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Saturday morning on the Botany Road was mean and it was lean
Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin' through a richer man's dream
By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
Clothes lines are flyin' high, the sun is sinkin' behind the flats
As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs
As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
Young Labor sits stoned in a terrace house, the Sydney Swans on Pay tv
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.80] Sunrise on the station breaks the morning's spell
[00:14.19] Red and green streamers flyin' outside the Railway View Hotel
[00:20.95] Cleveland St shuffles shinin' into the mighty roar
[00:27.38] We were walkin' through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[00:36.60] Livin' eight to a house, post Menzies' Land of Plenty
[00:42.45] But there was nothin' left for people like us in September 1970
[00:49.74] Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
[00:56.64] We didn't work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw
[01:03.14] If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts
[01:09.55] Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
[01:16.28] Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door
[01:23.04] And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[01:33.62] Saturday morning on the Botany Road was mean and it was lean
[01:40.17] Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin' through a richer man's dream
[01:47.03] By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
[01:56.32] Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[03:00.24] Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
[03:06.46] An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
[03:12.87] Clothes lines are flyin' high, the sun is sinkin' behind the flats
[03:19.99] As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs
[03:26.78] As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
[03:33.53] Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
[03:40.23] They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
[03:47.19] Young Labor sits stoned in a terrace house, the Sydney Swans on Pay tv
[03:52.89]
[00:14.19] Red and green streamers flyin' outside the Railway View Hotel
[00:20.95] Cleveland St shuffles shinin' into the mighty roar
[00:27.38] We were walkin' through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[00:36.60] Livin' eight to a house, post Menzies' Land of Plenty
[00:42.45] But there was nothin' left for people like us in September 1970
[00:49.74] Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
[00:56.64] We didn't work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw
[01:03.14] If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts
[01:09.55] Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
[01:16.28] Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door
[01:23.04] And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[01:33.62] Saturday morning on the Botany Road was mean and it was lean
[01:40.17] Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin' through a richer man's dream
[01:47.03] By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
[01:56.32] Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw
[03:00.24] Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
[03:06.46] An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
[03:12.87] Clothes lines are flyin' high, the sun is sinkin' behind the flats
[03:19.99] As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs
[03:26.78] As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
[03:33.53] Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
[03:40.23] They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
[03:47.19] Young Labor sits stoned in a terrace house, the Sydney Swans on Pay tv
[03:52.89]