Talbragar Street

 I'm not sure what to make of this. I always wanted to pay tribute to Talbragar Street where the post office is in Dubbo. I may have an older version somewhere.


TALBRAGAR STREET


It was an evening I'll never forget

At the Pastoral Hotel when it was wet

A good band was playing

After weeks of praying

Everybody was thanking Molly

She drove down from Eumungerie

To promote her drought breaking remedy

It was a method in her dance

A good mix of Romance

It made everyone rather jolly

I couldn't feel any melancholy


There were clouds about but at least I could see some stars

They were twinkling to the sound of distorted guitars

And when shining on the puddles that dampen the concrete

I made a wish in Talbragar Street


I seen her get swept of her feet

By a chap that came in from the street

He was tall with curly hair

A country and western lair

He fell in love with Molly

The pair laughed and fell on the floor

Fortunately they were not sore

They got no more drink

and left in a blink

I never got the Remedy


There were clouds about but at least I could see some stars

They were twinkling to the sound of distorted guitars

And when shining on the puddles that dampen the concrete

I made a wish in Talbragar Street



©Ron Beswick 17/03/2011

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