John Williamson - Short of a Quid lyrics

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Well I've listened with patience to all your sad tales,

When you're short of a smoke or the pub's got not ale,

But tell me fair dinkum, I don't want you to kid,

Have you ever been sipping and short of a quid.

Have you been to strange town in search of job,

Where a stranger's not welcome by the local born mob.

Youve probably done the same thing as I did,

Stood around in the bar and was short of a quid.

As I gazed at the drinkers all quenching their thirst,

My lips were so dry I thought they would burst.

I reckoned someone would notice but no-body did

Theyve apparently never been short of a quid.

The publican's looks were black as the night,

And I heard someone whisper, this blokes on the bite.

So I held up my wrist-watch and called for a bid,

But no one would buy it or lend me a quid.

Oh you blokes who have money to travel in style,

May laugh at my story but I too can smile.

To the ?traveller? and the drifter Ill raise my old head,

Cause they know what its like to be short of a quid.

Well Ive listened with patience to all your sad tales,

When youre short of a smoke, or the pubs got no ale,

But tell me you Gypsies I dont want you to kid,

Have you ever been travelling short of a quid.

[From his album: "Road Thru the Heart"

Contributed: Marten Busstra 2009]