Heyfield Girl
The car tapes we played on those long country drives
Were Kenny's and Dolly's and old Charley Pride's.
Mum sang along with Jim Reeves and Burl Ives
As we rattled along country tracks.
And Dad used to threaten us boys with a hidin'
'If you don't settle down in the back'
Then mum would growl but she'd turn up the volume
And pass 'round the lollies she'd packed.
They don't write pretty love songs for girls born in Heyfield
American women get songs about how they're adored
Tennessee girls get to waltz
Californian girls they've got no faults
But they don't write love songs about girls from Heyfield at all
No they don't write love songs about girls from Heyfield at all
Heyfield's a timber mill town in East Gippsland
The Maffra boys think it's a joke
Dad used to hang it on mum, who was born there
But she'd give it back, I suppose.
They don't write pretty love songs for girls born in Heyfield
American women get songs about how they're adored
Tennessee girls get to waltz
Californian girls they've got no faults
But they don't write love songs about girls from Heyfield at all
No they don't write love songs about girls from Heyfield at all
My dad loved my mum with affection familiar
And long as an old country road
But there's not a melody written to sing of
The depths of the love that they've known.
So even when cancer took part of mum's body
And the chemo took all of her hair,
Dad used to tease mum about girls from Heyfield
'Cause that's how she knows that he cares.
He'd say, 'They don't write pretty love songs for girls born in Heyfield
But you're the most beautiful woman that I've ever known
Tennessee girls they might waltz
Californian girls might have no faults
Ah, but you blokes can keep 'em 'cause I've got my Heyfield girl.
Yeah, you blokes can keep 'em, 'cause I 've got my Heyfield girl.'