(Thomas)
He stopped to change a tyre out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all over the road.
He pulled into town sometime in the early afternoon,
More than a normal travelling salesman, the guitar his only load.
And we were all there waitin’, in the Colac hall,
Our little legs a-swinging ‘neath the chairs,
But I just sucked a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
Would the ‘Cat Come Back’ like last time? I fell into despair.
But here’s a go, let’s catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton’s back in town.
And I still hear the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he sang those songs.
And I still hear his voice so crisp and clear above the crowd,
Do I remember? Am I joking?
Somehow it all just seems so strong.
And could he crack a whip?
You bet he could (don’t you make me laugh!)
And could he tell a joke? He would make you cry.
And could he hypnotise and do a dance and spin a yarn?
You name it, he could do it with the winkin’ of an eye!
But here’s a go, let’s catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton’s back in town.
Ain’t it funny how time passes, how the years just slip away.
And the memories we have they play their games.
And now it’s me who’s strumming guitars,
Now it’s me who’s travelling round,
