Lyrics Westown - John Williamson

This town got off on the wrong foot
Where black man meets the white
Where the black crow meets the seagull
Two wrongs don't make it right

Get away from it all on your leathery legs
Go fishin' on the pier
In Westown

There's nothing to do in Westown
Sink a middy down the pub
Take a woman home to your caravan
But carry a mulga club.

And watch where you walk in your wobbly boots
Or the night will rob you blind
In Westown

Oh, see the dance of the egret pelican Ponder
Take a walk on wrinkled sand and wonder
Hard to imagine floods and summer thunder
In Westown

And there's nowhere to go in Westown
Take a drive in a blistered car
But you won't get away from yesterday
They'll wanna know who you are

Oh, the shimmering heat will burn your mind
It's wild and rusty red
In Westown