Gotta Get Back Songtext
von John Williamson

When the World War ended the chocolate bars
Began in the wattles and warrehs
I was born half a mile from the Robinvale line
And I gotta get back again
To the Sunday picnics and the jelly juice
And riding down the river on tractor tubes
To the redfin fishing from a rickety bridge
Well I gotta get back again

Gotta get back again
Gotta get back again to the starry nights
To the country cook and big appetites
To the mushroom picking in the month of May
I gotta get back again


It was cold in the winter out chopping the wood
But we had a big fire and wasn′t it good?
Eating pies and pasties after Saturday's win
Well I gotta get back again

Gotta get back again
Gotta get back again to the starry nights
To the country cook and big appetites
To the mushroom picking in the month of May
I gotta get back again

Where a thunderclap is a timpani
And the rain on the roof is a symphony
And the overturned soil is a sweet perfume
I gotta get back again

Gotta get back again to the starry nights
To the country cook and big appetites
To the mushroom picking in the month of May
I gotta get back again

Where a thunderclap is a timpani
And the rain on the roof is a symphony...