Текст песни Home and Broken Hearted (Live At the Wireless) - Cold Chisel

Here's a band who, ah, came up from Adelaide a few months back
And have been gigging around Sydney
You might have, ah, you might have seen or heard them
But if you haven't, you're about to
Would you welcome, Cold Chisel?

Song called, "Home And Broken Hearted"

Well, I hiked up to Sydney, it's a week before Christmas
Was 38 degrees in the shade
I bought a second-hand Morris, for a cheap two-twenty
I drove it down to Adelaide
Boiled for an hour, 20 miles before my rental
I thought that heat would never end
But I knew I had to be home for Christmas with my Sandy
Take a few extra dollars to spend

Home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted, sitting here on my own
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

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

Home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone (yeah)
Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
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
Oh, yeah

I went to a party, and tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
I 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
And I've been sittin' for days, reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top

Home and broken-hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
The Boxing Day break was wasted, sitting here on my own
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
Oh, oh yeah, whoo

Whoo, thank you
Okay, here's a song
Here's a song written by the band, once again
It's for all the, ah, people sittin' in their, ah, hotel rooms tonight
Or the people in the audience here, who, ah, live in hotel rooms
Anybody?
This song's, ah, all about loneliness
It's a room with, ah, four walls, a washbasin
A door, yeah, it's got a door, ah, and a double bed
I can't take it, think all four walls

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