Roadside Pub

Songtext

[Verse 1] Sun’s barely up, boots hit the gravel Old ute coughing by the toolshed wall Mick brings coffee, Dave brings the splitter I bring the dented axe we trust most of all [Pre-Chorus] Stack that timber, count the load Every round keeps the old bar going [Chorus] Cut that wood, stack it high Trade our sweat for a cold one tonight Laugh too loud, talk too rough We worked all day and that’s close enough Cut that wood, let the good times roll Payday’s waiting at the roadside pub [Verse 2] Rings on the stump and sap on our jackets Lunch in a tin by the rusted fence Mick says his sweetheart’s got better manners Dave says manners don’t pay the rent [Pre-Chorus] Fill that trailer, tie it down We’ll turn hard work into a night out on the town [Chorus] Cut that wood, stack it high Trade our sweat for a cold one tonight Laugh too loud, talk too rough We worked all day and that’s close enough Cut that wood, let the good times roll Payday’s waiting at the roadside pub [Bridge] We’re not saints and we’re not clever We’re just broke men chasing better weather Buy a round, flirt a little, leave the lonely talk behind Tomorrow brings another load, but tonight’s still mine [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Cut that wood, stack it high Trade our sweat for a cold one tonight Raise your glass, sing it rough A hard day’s work is more than enough Cut that wood, let the good times roll We earned this night at the roadside pub [Outro] A hard day’s work is more than enough We earned this night at the roadside pub