paroles de chanson Old Man Verandah - John Williamson
An
old
digger
in
an
armchair
Through
purple
jacaranda
All
alone
with
slippers
on
his
feet
His
loves
have
all
gone
north
To
live
in
New
South
Wales
And
his
tired
eyes
don't
focus
on
the
street
Would
he
be
my
Grandpa?
I
wonder
would
he
mind
He
could
take
me
fishin',
Oh-Oh,
And
I
could
pick
his
apricots
And
put
'em
in
a
tin
But
he
probably
doesn't
like
me
Hey
old
man
verandah
Can't
you
see
the
boy
Throwin'
stones
so
bored
and
so
lonely
He
might
break
a
window
But
he
might
break
a
heart
'Cause
he
might
be
a
world
for
you
to
love
Would
he
be
my
Grandpa?
I
wonder
would
he
mind
He
could
take
me
drivin'
in
his
Humber
And
maybe
he
could
teach
me
How
to
shoot
a
gun
And
how
to
skin
a
rabbit
Hey
old
man
verandah
Can't
you
hear
the
boy
Rattlin'
pickets
just
for
your
attention
He
could
do
a
lot
for
you
You'd
do
a
lot
for
him
'Cause
he
might
be
a
world
for
you
to
love
It's
just
another
lonely
picture
You
can
hang
it
on
the
wall
On
Sunday
they
still
gather
on
the
lawn
The
peppercorns
are
older
But
no-one
seems
much
wiser
They
sent
the
boy
to
fight
the
Asian
War
Would
he
be
my
Grandpa?
I
wonder
would
he
mind
He
could
take
me
fishin',
Oh-Oh,
And
I
could
pick
his
apricots
And
put
'em
in
a
tin
But
he
probably
doesn't
like
me...
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