Westown - John Williamson

This town got off on the wrong foot

Where black man meets the white

Where the black crow meets the seagull

Two wrongs don’t make it right

Get away from it all on your leathery legs

Go fishin' on the pier

In Westown

There’s nothing to do in Westown

Sink a middy down the pub

Take a woman home to your caravan

But carry a mulga club.

And watch where you walk in your wobbly boots

Or the night will rob you blind

In Westown

Oh, see the dance of the egret pelican Ponder

Take a walk on wrinkled sand and wonder

Hard to imagine floods and summer thunder

In Westown

And there’s nowhere to go in Westown

Take a drive in a blistered car

But you won’t get away from yesterday

They’ll wanna know who you are

Oh, the shimmering heat will burn your mind

It’s wild and rusty red

In Westown