Sharleen and her husband Craig
Been six months out at Makai
Living like gypsies in a Casavilla pop-top
Takin’ one day at a time
Hooked up with Pete from Revesby
Who gave the teaching game away
Joined the inland wanderers, now
He’s picking grapes in the MIA
No passports, no orders
No bosses, no borders, ’cause
They’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
No tellin’ where the road will end
They’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
Just around the bend is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway
You’ve got Gemma with her life in her backpack
Chucked in her law degree
And when she’s done chipping Goondiwindi cotton
She’s gonna hitch up the territory
White tribes in the red dirt campgrounds
Playin’ cricket as the sun goes down
A beer and a chuckle as wonder what the mates
In the city are doing now
No peak hour, no hurry
No rat-race, no worries, ’cause
They’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
No tellin’ where the road will end
They’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
And just around the bend is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway
No deadlines, no hum-drum
Full tank of freedom, when
We’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
No tellin’ where the road will end
We’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
And just around the bend is a brand new day, when
We’re livin’ in the land of the getaway
No tellin’ where the road will end
Livin’ in the land of the getaway
And just around the bend is a brand new day
In the land of the getaway (Yeah!)
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Colin Buchanan Lyrics – Land of the Getaway