Winchelsea Blues

Well they let the rabbits go down in Winchelsea Yeah they let the rabbits go down in Winchelsea Yeah, the Austins let 'em in, set the buggers free Now we got a big ol' fence through the red centre of the country Stolen land Free range penitentiary Regret's a fickle thing and I was born in Winchelsea Moved to sleepy hollow, big city life for me Yeah we moved to sleepy hollow, big city life for me Waggin school getting cigarettes for the sweethearts that we'd meet While brothers hung us from a coat rack, hurlin' books so violently Fire and brimstone Spreadin' disease Well the scripture taught us nothing, except hypocrisy Well I got work down 'n dirty yeah a-makin ford cars I got work down 'n dirty, yeah a-makin ford cars Sledgehammer, overalls and a union card Strained paychecks through our liver at the railway bar Well black as night, Mmm covered in tar Couldn't drink the dirt away but we tried real hard Yeah they let the rabbits go down in Winchelsea Yeah they let the rabbits go down in Winchelsea Yeah that muddy Barwon river flooded violently Ah the sorrow 'n the debris, from streets out to the sea Gough gave back a little sand, eventually In 1975, I was born in Winchelsea