Adam Brand Album

I've travelled across the country
On every beaten track
From the sugar cane to the Nullabor Plain
And I've been to Burke and back
But there's nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway

Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new song
For a week I'll be where I belong
With the big stars, Golden Guitars
Dream will be ours some day
Cruising the New England Highway

They'll be busking down on Peel Street
Looking for a lucky break
There's the chook man and the one man band
And Slim Dusty's in the Cavalcade
There's nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day

They say men and women are worlds apart
And neither one are willing to travel that far
But I never bought in to psychological stuff
And never claimed to be a bonafide genius
But if men are from Mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

Strap me in, ship me out, beam me up Scotty
Take me to the land of those heavenly bodies
Stay here if you want to but just between us
If men are from Mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

Women want a man ain't afraid to commit
Take 'em out to dinner it's a candle lit
So I'm giving in to the battle of the sexes
And calling up ahead to make a reservation
But if men are from mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

If you come by the house and I'm not in
You can call me long long long distance
Got better things to do than sit around and talk

1914 began, he was working on the land with his mum and dad
He left behind his girl, joined up to see the world, it made his mother sad
He made it through the war, came back to town
To help his father work the fields and rebuild his life somehow
And everybody called him the ANZAC and that's still what they call him now

He set his mind to stay when his father passed away and the river ran dry
He said "I'll take care of you mum, I've fought before and won, we can win this
fight"
All alone he'd work all day until he'd drop, until the place got back to best he
didn't stop
There were times he thought he'd been forgotten
But every night at six o'clock

They'd stand for that man they called the ANZAC
And those who gave their lives for us
They'd stand for that man they called the ANZAC
For fighting for the land he loves

At the same time every year we all remember him
At the crack of dawn we stand as one for all our fallen friends
So drink to that man we call the ANZAC
We will remember him

So stand for that man we call the ANZAC
And those who gave their lives for us
Let's stand for that man we call the ANZAC
For fighting for the land we love

Let's stand for that man we call the ANZAC
For fighting for the land we love

Twenty dollars out of mumma's purse bought us a tank of gas
And a pack of tobacco when we were just teenage kids
Me and Jack and Danny we'd go driving around
If there was trouble to be found then we found it quick

Chuckin' doughnuts in the field
'Till old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come running out with a shotgun
'Cause we were running down his crops
And I reckon he's still wondering who that was
But that was us

Now some of those local boys moved on but we never changed a bit
Never had a scrap of sense, least that's what some folks said
Then we finally turned old enough to buy our own beer
Don't remember much about that year, just lucky that we're not dead

'Cause somebody said they saw some boys
With a ute looked just like mine
Trying to pull down that old water tank
That sits out by the railway line
And people wonder why it leans the way it does
Well that was us

Seems like small towns never change
But things get tough when times get hard
And they said when he got sick
That old man Smith would have lost that farm
'Cause he was getting way behind on all his bills
'Till someone came and brought his crops in from the fields
Yeah and folks 'round here still don't know who that was
That was us

Chuckin' doughnuts in the fields
'Till old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come running out with a shotgun
'Cause we were running down his crops
Somebody said they saw some boys
With a ute looked just like mine
Trying to pull down that old water tank
That sits out by the railway line
That was us

Well good evening everybody and welcome to this full throttle thrill show that
is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this
one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down and some fearless aussies
get ready to get it on, we're about to go hot lappin', the track is in excellent
shape, you're about to feel the ground pound folks as we get ready to rack 'em
and stack 'em for hot laps

Dirt Racer whose gonna set quick time
Whose gonna start this race at the head of the line
Got the right rear tyre and it's locked on tight
Got the big main wing and it's set just right
When the power goes down, and the horses bite
We'll you'd better believe there's gonna be a fight, tonight, alright

We're green

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer

Well general John Day leads 'em around in the you beaut ute as we get set for
the four wide salute, come on ladies and gentlemen get up on your feet and
salute these heroes, ooh the place is electric, you can cut the air with a knife

Got fresh faced kids just out of school
Got wise old veterans, they ain't no fools
Max, the throttle stompin' family man from Warnambool
When the best of the best they roll into town
Talk is cheap time to settle this now
When the power goes down, and the horses bite
650 horses and they're gonna use every one of them
Well you'd better believe there's gonna be a fight, tonight, alright

We're green

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer

All hell breaks loose as these guys crush the size nines to the firewall,
hammering into turn one and two ooh we got one into the wall, they gas it up
down the back straightaway smokin' those big right rear tyres, ooh we're gonna
go three wide hold on to your heart pills, Drew Cruck is your race leader but
here comes Furr he's got that puppy flat workin', up on the high line as they
come out of four we've got a challenge for the lead

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane

Come on race fans get up on your feet and make some noise for your new world
series champ

This'll be the ride of your life

Well folks that's all from us at world series sprint cars but remember to drive
home carefully, leave the speeding to us and gas it up on the track, ooh yeah
and don't forget to tell your friends and neighbours that Saturday night is
speedway night ooh yeah, fans of all ages they love these things with wings,

Little Brodie Williams plays with little Jimmy Lee
One comes from Horsham
One lives down by the sea
One'll go to uni
One'll stay on the land
'Cause we sure need more doctors
And we sure need the working man

'Cause that's who we are
That's who we are

His papa was Italian
Came out in '53
His mother came from Poland
You should see the family tree
Fell in love with an angel
From the land of the rising sun
He loves his country music
Cold beers and having fun

When the world falls down around you
And you're feeling two foot tall
Hold your head up high and proud
When your backs against the wall
And show 'em who you are

There's a cute girl named Ali
She drives an old work ute
Met some fellas down in Tassie
Who can really raise the roof
When we all get together
We all sing as one
Back to back we stand

When I was a baby my mum and my dad
Said slow down son you're crawling too fast
I had skinned up knees and bumps on my head
Well I couldn't talk then but if I could I'd have said

I was built for speed I was born to run
I get chills when they fire off that starter's gun
Keep your rocking chair and your tranquility
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed

Well that car lot man said I've got a deal for you
It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth
Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good
'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood

In a hundred years from now when my body gives out
I won't have no nursemaid wheeling me around
I'll take a chrome Harley motor and I'll bolt it to my chair

Gonna jump back on this two lane highway
Set my wheels in motion back to you
I've been gone so long now girl
Your memory's all I've got to see me through
Telephone poles are whizzing by
But that ain't fast enough
Peddle down, flying low, the things we do for love.

Head on , flat out, wide open
Like a freight train out of the blue
Nothin's gonna slow me down
Wound up so tight I'm smoking
Baby just a thinking 'bout you
Nothin's gonna slow me down
Nothin's gonna slow me down

If it rains all night and the creek gets high and the bridge floats by
I'll find my way to you
Baby keep that porch light burning
'Cause we've got lots of catching up to do
The thought of you is driving me right out of control
Ain't nothing getting goin' in my way
'Cause babe I'm coming home
Telephone poles are whizzing by
But that ain't fast enough
Peddle down, flying low, the things we do for love.

No cops, stop signs, red lights
Nothin's gonna slow me down
Pot Holes, Wide loads, who knows

He's an old hand at fixing cars and bailing hay
And there's nothing he can't do on that old farm
He's tougher than leather for a man his age
But he's 21 when she's lying in his arms

She's and old hand at baking bread and washing clothes
And rocking little babies to sleep
But the calloused hands are softer than the morning rose
And she always seems to know just what he needs

When old hands hold hands
With just a touch they understand
Life and love and making plans
'Cause they're old hands

They've pulled a load together down a long hard road
And they both know that their journey will end
But they won't be afraid when it's their time to go

I thank the good Lord
For sending you
I believe in miracles
Yeah now I do
And I can't help but thinking
Someone upstairs made a big blue
But I gotta thank him
For sending you

I can still remember the first night we met
My mouth it wasn't working
Neither was my head
It must be intervention or it must be divine
Could be kindness week
Or it could be the wine

Now I pray that you will say yes tonight

Sometimes love is what we make it
Sometimes we're not making love at all
Sometimes when our hearts are breaking
Should we give up or should we give our all

There's so much that we don't understand
But we can bring the magic back again
Take a lesson from a little child
They can always find a smile

Sometimes life is what we make it
Sometimes we don't make it much at all
Sometimes it's so hard to take it
The world's so big and we feel so small

When the magic flies away from us

They're telling me to stop singing country
That kind of music ain't much chop
Record company man said hey Mr. Brand
Why don't you start singing some pop
You'll make more money, you'll get more honeys
That's the way to go
Well I thought for a second and a second's all it took and said
Nah, I don't think so

Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah I don't think so
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah I don't think so
I don't think so

I've been doing my best to please her
Even made her breaky in bed
Cleaned up the yard, polished her car
Put the rusty old ute in the shed
But when she said hon, we're going to mum's
And this time you've gotta go
Well I thought for a second and a second's all it took and said
Nah, I don't think so

They tell me I should get me a sail boat
A skipper on a yacht I should be
Fresh sea air, breeze in my hair
Sounds like way too much fun to me
'Cause I've got a need for V8 speed
And it ain't a race if tyres don't smoke
Well I thought for a second and a second's all it took and said

There's a scar on my right elbow
From a barbed wire fence when I was eight years old
I must have ran a mile just crying in my torn shirt
'Till I heard the words tell me where it hurts.

If there was a scratch or a bruise on my skin
Mama would put me back together again
All it took was her prayers and her kisses
It would heel me just like stitches.

I took Sherry Johnson to the high school dance
But she left early with my best friend
I must of drove ten miles to get my mind off her
But it didn't work 'till I heard the words tell me where it hurts

She could mend a broken heart, fix a bicycle wreck,
Funny now but back then it seemed life or death
I've seen her sew rags into riches