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 This was written back in 2009 and some 12 bar music may have been played with it but my memory is not clear. SHE LIKES THE BLUES I once knew this chick she lived near a stream I borrowed her pen and I wrote down a dream Before the sound her laughter gave me an idea I knew what to do because I done this before My guitar is tuned so I'll count to four Find me a stage 'cause I got nothing to fear I know she likes the blues Groovin', rootin', and shootin' blues We've got nothing to loose Because she likes the blues I danced under the stars just up from a billabong With a lass I didn't know but her message was strong But I had to leave in case the wife get the wrong idea Memories of the night will remain in my head For many centuries even after I'm dead I'll always hang even if there is a warm beer I know she likes the blues Groovin', rootin', and shootin' blues We've got nothing to loose Because she likes the blues © Ron Beswick 2009

This was originally written in 2006 and was inspired by a cousin that died at 34 years of age with Cirrhosis of the liver. I did change some spelling errors from the original verse.  EVERY MUM'S WORST NIGHTMARE Nathan was too young when he died For days all of his friends cried He drank heaps since he was a lad Cirrhosis of the liver was what he had He experimented with all kinds of stuff And it wasn't exactly powder puff The pain he suffered was felt everywhere He was every mums worst nightmare He was only young when his father died For many days his family cried It was no celebration on that day  Years later he washed his own soul away Now his remains rest in a cemetery Below a tombstone for the memory The pain he suffered was felt everywhere He was every mums worst nightmare Nathan told stories but never he lied Some so funny so often we cried I recall him telling me and my dad About the best time that he ever had But never again will he get that chance His fiancee still cr...

 This was written back in 2014 and entered in the Australian Songwriters Association competition. I was unsuccessful and I never went any further. DON'T YOU WISH PAUL KEATING WAS PRIME MINISTER AGAIN I was watching an interview on television Before I nodded of to sleep I began to dream a horrible depression Was forced to shear a dozen sheep It was 40 degrees', I west of Bourke The horse I backed was a dead loss I fell of my chair and awoke thinking It's time to get a new boss Your about to hit rock bottom real fast And all your money's going down the drain When happiness becomes a thing of the past Don't you wish Paul Keating was Prime Minister again The Holden Kingswood has said goodbye My friends in Bathurst are upset I want to make them happy again So, I go on to the Internet They all want income security And a faster broadband network Instead of plants closing down To make way for an imported Merc  Your about to hit rock bottom real fast And all your money's...

 One of the greatest moment of my life happened when I was a 17 year old. It was the night I got my first pay packet when I worked at Bradmill in Kotara. Previously, I was on the Dole and I did some work for people that only paid you in cash. One bloke didn't pay me at all and another took 50 percent of tax from my pay. Years later I learned the bloke that docked me probably never paid tax himself. There were no agreement or union about, so I looked at it as a big lesson.   Although I took advantage of the beach, I really wanted a decent job. I bought a Suzuki TS125 trail bike from Boolaroo and got a learner's permit. Eventually I got my provisional license and then got disqualified after my P plate broke. My name was down at a few places but wanting to go to sea was a priority. In July 1977 Bradmill was my first real employer. My rank was a Bobbin Boy and I was thrilled to have a stable job. I became a member of a trade union for the first time in my life. The Australian...