Brisbane to Beechworth Songtext
von Matt Taylor

Well, I was born up in Queensland, whoa
Back in 1948
And I knew what was going on, la la la la
Long before I left grade eight
People in fear, whoa
But I love them just the same
A funny thing about Brisbane, mmhmm hmm
Always very glad you came

You know I dream of Queensland
Every now and then
So I pack my bags
And I go back again, oh


Well, I was raised up in Springhill, whoa
But now Springhill′s been pulled down
And my old home's a car park, whoa whoa whoa
People just can′t live in town
And I was thrown out of high school, whoa
'Cause my hair was far too long
So the first chance I went south, mmhmm hmm hmm
I was very glad I'd gone

You know I dream of Queensland
Every now and then
So I pack my bags
And I go back again
Alright, sleep awhile

From Brisbane to Beechworth, whoa
Is a journey of the mind
I know many have made it, la la la la
Many morе have been left behind
′Causе all the love that was in me, whoa
Disappeared when I was ten
And it′s taken many years, la la la la
You know I've got it back again