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WestownThis town got off on the wrong footWhere 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 |