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
Fidel Monk - Winchelsea Blues Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Paul Monk, P Monk
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