Talbragar Street (Joes Jungle)

I wrote this in 2019 and I was quite happy with it. One day I may come up with a progression 


Talbragar Street (Joes Jungle)


Joe has a Jungle

Not far from a zoo

He's got a guitar and a pretty wife

That feeds a Kangaroo

When he goes to the city

For Business, Cafe or Treat

You'll find him somewhere

In Talbragar Street


When ever you want Rain

Just say a prayer and you'll get Joe

Along with his pretty wife

They want a drench Dubbo

They'll sing and make you dance

Maybe plant some Wheat

Or eat chook at the Castlereagh

In Talbragar Street


There's an exotic Cafe

That nobody knows about

They have a license to play music

Good music to damp the spout

If you want to know where

I'll give you the name of the street

In the Heart of Dubbo

Is Talbragar Street



©Beswick 


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