ADELAIDE
Paul Kelly


The wisteria on the back verandah is
still
blooming
And all the great aunts are either
insane or dead
Kensington Road runs straight for a
while before
turning
We lived on the bend it was there I
was raised
and fed
Counting and running as I go
Down past the hedges all in a row
In Adelaide, Adelaide

Dad's hands used to shake but I never
knew he
was dying
I was thirteen I never dreamed he
could fall
And all the great aunts were red in
the eyes
from crying
I rang the bells I never felt nothing
at all
All the king's horses all the king's
men
Cannot bring him back again

Find me a bar or a girl or guitar
where do you go
on a Saturday night?
I own this town I spilled my wine at
the bottom
of the statue of Colonel Light
And the streets are so wide
everybody's inside
Sitting in the same chairs they were
sitting in
last year
(This is my town!)
All the king's horses all the king's
men
Wouldn't drag me back again
to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide,
Adelaide...



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - November 2002)