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We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel
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A couple of dudes from out of town and it wasn't hard to tell
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A fella with an old guitar
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Who'd been playing in the public bar
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Gave a gappy smile and said "G'day"
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We made our introductions
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And he gave our hands a shake
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His grip was like a wool press
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And I thought my hand would break
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Rocko pulled a chair up near
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Richard bought the man a beer
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He got out a match stick pick
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Began to play
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Chorus... Rocko was a sight to see
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Singing songs about his life in Bre
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Time to kill
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And a story to tell
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In that not-so-quiet corner
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Of the middle Bre Hotel
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Countless songs and yarns slipped by
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and it was nearly six
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Rocko gave the songs a rest
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And was doing matchbox tricks
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I shook his hand, he slapped my back
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I took off down the Cobar track
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With Rocko's songs still ringing in my ears
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Chorus...
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Rocko
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| Colin Buchanan |
