Forty Miles To Saturday Night - Paul Kelly

Well I rubbed the dirt all down

And I washed away six aching days

And my shoes all slick and spit

And my singlet fresh and my sideburns shaved

As I turn from the mirror

And I open my first beer since yesterday

Danny brings the Bedford round

A three-ton girl with a ten-foot tray

And she knows the way to town

So we kiss goodbye to two weeks' pay

Now the leaves are shaking

And the stars are all waking from the day

Big wheel turning (turning all night)

Big light burning (burning so bright)

Downright foolish but that’s alright

It’s only forty miles to Saturday night!

There’s a place on Fortune Street

And a band down there called Gunga Din

And Joanne from Miner’s Creek

She said that she’d be back again

She lives out on the station

And she works on my imagination

Big wheel turning (turning all night)

Big light burning (burning so bright)

Downright foolish but that’s alright

It’s only forty miles to Saturday night!