KALGOORLIE - Dirty Ron

She came from a country far from here and I just came from the west
Where men went to seek their fortune, and most came out second best
Nickel it was the packet, a memory o' gold the prize
Hannan St. lit up like Christmas as the sun pissbolts the sky

If she would just come back with me
I think my old man knows what I mean
Yeh we'll drink 'til we're pink, throw up in the sink
And I'll get what I left behind
And she’ll understand me in KALgoor-a-lie

I romanticise things outta size and for that I should be shot
But when yer world is spinnin' like washin' room linen yeh you cling onto what you got
So I dream about that red red dust that clung to my skin as a kid
And hope that one day she'll understand why I turned out like I did

If she would just come back with me
I think my old man knows what I mean
Yeh we'll drink 'til we're pink, throw up in the sink
And I'll get what I left behind
And she'll understand me in KALgoor-a-lie