Dondingalong

 I wrote this verse and chorus many years ago. I misspelled the title and I've now corrected it because the place exist! I also made some other small changes. This could change again if I go in to production.


DONDINGALONG


Dirt tracks ahead, and a picnic table for two

Bush filled with birds, they can sing too

Streams fit for a splash, I'm wearing my swimmers

Water is too cold, my body has caught the shivers

Sun starting to set, I can hear a beast

I pause for a minute, only Kempsey is East


I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere

Some people would say a prayer

But I'd rather sing a song

Because I'm in Dondingalong


Torch out of batteries, car will not start

I know not to panic, I've watched Maxwell Smart

A house is nearby, about a hungry mile

Sidestep the roadkill, this may take a while

The house is a shack, Where old Joe resides

He's a good bloke, with a guitar and he jives.


I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere

Some people would say a prayer

But I'd rather sing a song

Because I'm in Dondingalong


He offered us a feed, a moist and tender T bone

Sang a song or two, then I used his phone

We heard a bang, something hit a tree

Our car rolled down the hill, It was not funny

We had to spend the night, in this mystic forest

But we had our instruments, in this mystic forest


I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere

Some people would say a prayer

But I'd rather sing a song

Because I'm in Dondingalong





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