Rex (Fall of the Westgate Bridge)

Swaggered like a Texan We called him Rex, and He was my friend Decent old muso Talked shit all night boozing Hocked his guitar For a night at the bar Shook till he sipped From his hip flask and sighed There when the Westgate went up And when she came down When the dust finally settled Rex was nowhere to be found His whereabouts a mystery Landed miraculously On a big slab of concrete Stirred up and shaken Thought god was mistaken Took off running Up where the sun is Havin' some fun and some lovin' Drinkin that rum with someone There when the Westgate went up And when she came down When the dust finally settled Rex was nowhere to be found Woke up in Queensland Wonderin' what it all means man Worked on the cane fields Eating the same meals Took shots for the lost Friends, counting the costs Of candles snuffed out Through screams And through shouts There when the Westgate went up And when she came down When the dust finally settled Rex was nowhere to be found Worked on the scaffolds till He was pushing up daffodils The old riggers they sing songs still Sing for him now An old mate, a workhorse He'd never let you down There when the Westgate went up And when she came down When the dust finally settled Rex was nowhere to be found