Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There's another place, does a better job by far
When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
The whole world's lookin' for a beverage
You ain't got nothin', nothin' in the boot o' the car
Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can wake up thinking that it's '89
There's another sound, thicker than a Bolivar
And you can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
A walnut piano on a wooden floor
A backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar
Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
(Play that piano)
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When the high tide's suckin' at the old sea wall
And the full moon's lookin' like a mirror ball
Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star
With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band
But you can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace
Yeah, in the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae's tikki bar
Listen, I'm talkin' about the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
Yeah in the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
♪
Haul that mother, haul that son
Haul that rubber to the end of the run
Ain't got ridden since between the wars
All hidden from the liquor laws
Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There's another place, does a better job by far
That's the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
That's the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
The backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)
It's the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae's)