| Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
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| It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
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| Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
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| And drove it down to Adelaide
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| She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
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| I thought the heat would never end
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| But I knew I’d be home for Christmas with my Sandy
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| And a few extra dollars to spend
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| Home and broken hearted
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| I’ve been pasted to the telephone
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| Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
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| The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
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| And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
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| What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
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| I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
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| I was talking to his teenage son
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| I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
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| At least until he’d had some fun
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| I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
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| Thinkin' all you have to do is try
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| There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
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| «Dear Jimmy, it’s over, goodbye!»
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| Home and broken hearted
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| I’ve been pasted to the telephone
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| Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
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| The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
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| And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
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| What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
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| Home and broken hearted
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| I’ve been pasted to the telephone
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| Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
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| The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
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| And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
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| What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
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| Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
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| The steaks were washed away in the rain
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| Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
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| She’ll never be my friend again
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| And everyone was asking me where’s the little woman
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| Rolled home before the rain could stop
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| I’ve been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
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| With my heels on the table-top
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| Home and broken hearted
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| I’ve been pasted to the telephone
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| Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
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| The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
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| And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
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| What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home And Broken Hearted, artist - Cold Chisel. Album song Live In St Leonards Park 28.5.78, in the genre Иностранный рок