Lyrics Vegie Bill - John Williamson

Vegie Bill

If you’ve ever been to the Kimberley
Just like old Vegie Bill
You’ll pine and whine to get back there
But he reckons he never will
'Cause he’s got too long in th tooth
And he’s taken a turn or two
So his missus bought him a picture book
Said 'That'll just have to do'
So I’m goin' up there for the old bloke
Kunnunurra, to see his mate
I’ll send him a card from the Fitzroy
He’ll show it around 'The Glengarry'
To Nifty and his wife
Then he’ll start all over again
Reminiscing his Kimberley life
He’ll go on about the scenery, unbelievable
Nothing else comes near it in the land
He said a lot of his mates were Aboriginal
They took him like a brother
Well, he had a lot of stories
But I reckon his favourite
Was how his mate brought his brother home to rest
Still stiff and frozen solid from the morgue
And he kept the beer cartons cold on his chest
Well the family couldn’t come at the vegetables
Or the sausages neatly wrapped around the dead
So they had to dig for yam and eat goanna
And hunt for wallaby instead
Well, Bill used to sell vegetables to the opal miners
Off his humble little one-ton truck
He didn’t make a lot of dough
But he made a heap of friends out there
Where they move a thousand ton of dirt for an ounce of luck
You know I kinda feel sorry for old Bill
Sipping another beer in the summer breeze
He’s still up there in the North in hi heart and his mind
Grading a gravel road in the Kimberley