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Cold Chisel
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The Backroom
Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There's another place, does a better job by far
When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge And the whole world's lookin' for a beverage And you ain't got nothin', nothin' in the boot a the car Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line You can wake up thinking that it's '89 But there's another sound, thicker than a Bolivar
You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door Walnut piano on a wooden floor Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
When the high tide's suckin' at the old sea wall And the full moon's lookin' like a mirror ball Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star
With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand They say you can win a mariachi band You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
Haul that mother, haul that son Haul that rubber to the end of a run That ain't got ridden since between the wars All hidden from the liquor laws
Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There's another place, does a better job by far
That's the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
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