Colin Buchanan - Farm Cars Lyrics

Lyrics Farm Cars - Colin Buchanan



What's that roar
Rattling and rumbling?
Got no door but it doesn't seem to matter
Duco's scratched
Panels bent and dented
Can't be matched
Those no frills, no brakes
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
What a sight
Gurgling at sunrise
Packed so tight, chippers hanging out the windows
Oily smoke
No suspension
What a joke!
Those overheating, flat battery
Gut thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
They're looking like they're living on borrowed time
They sound just a little bit past their prime
But a job needs doing and they'll get it done
Those bald-tyred, clapped out
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
What a ride!
Hasn't got a muffler
Brakes applied
Doesn't make a difference
Driver grins
Hasn't got an idea .
Bogged again!
In a flow-through, dust blown
Gut thrasher paddock-basher farm car
Got the scars
Battered round the edges
Poor old cars
Been put through the wringer
Driven through fences
Driven into ditches
Driven 'til they die
Those weather-beaten, rust-eaten
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars



Writer(s): Colin Keith Robert Buchanan


Colin Buchanan - Galahs in the Gidgee
Album Galahs in the Gidgee
date of release
10-04-1994




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