Songtexte Home and Broken Hearted (Live) - Cold Chisel

Well, I hiked up from Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was 38 degrees in the shade
I bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
I drove it down to Adelaide
But she boiled for an hour, twenty miles out of Euston
I thought that heat would never end
And I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend now

And home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
And the beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave

Yeah, I drove it to the buyer, just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
And I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
Least until he'd had some fun
I got a taxi home, with great anticipation
Thinkin' all I got to do is try
There's a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
"Well, Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"

And home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
And the beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Yeah, oh, yeah

I went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She'll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me where's the little woman
Rolled home before the rain could stop
I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top

And home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
And the beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave

Yeah, home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
And the beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Yeah, all right