"I Knew Your Father Real Well" lyrics
G'day there young feller, hey give us your hand
It's time you and me said hello
I nearly fell over when I saw your face
With a smile that I knew long ago
And you don't know me from a bar of soap
And you're wondering who in the hell
This old bloke could be, and what do I want
Well, I knew your father real well
I knew your father real well, boy
In the days when our hair wasn't grey
Oh, he'll never be dead, son, while you're still alive
I could hardly believe it today
When you walked in the door, and up to the bar
I could see him as clear as a bell
You drink the same brand of poison he drank
Yes, I knew your father real well
Didn't he ever just mention my name?
He must have sometime told the tale
Of the days on the stations out Charleville way
And the droving trips down New South Wales
A good mate he was, but a bit of the lad
I could tell you a story or two
Like when we hit the Hungerford pub on the tear
And we took on the bar, just we two
Oh, he told you that story? Well, never mind
There's plenty more where that came from
The things a bloke does when he's keen on a girl
Of course, long before he met your mum
He settled down then; I stayed on the move
But I miss my ol' mate on the track
The camps and the musters, and some of the yarns
Yes, I knew your father way back
Don't tell me that stinking great road train outside
Is what you're drovin' on nowadays
My ol' mate would turn in his grave, so he would
To see you desert the old ways
But it's none of my business, and I'm sorry I spoke
I was wrong to, because after all
You're following still on the old pilgrim tracks
Your father and I drove before
Yes, I knew your father real well, boy
And I wish he was here by our side
To join with the two of us yarning away
He'd be glad we met up, you and I
Well, thanks for the yarn, give my best to your mum
I bet she remembers me well
And maybe we'll drink to ol' memories again, yeah
I knew your father real well, the old geezer
I knew your father real well
It's time you and me said hello
I nearly fell over when I saw your face
With a smile that I knew long ago
And you don't know me from a bar of soap
And you're wondering who in the hell
This old bloke could be, and what do I want
Well, I knew your father real well
I knew your father real well, boy
In the days when our hair wasn't grey
Oh, he'll never be dead, son, while you're still alive
I could hardly believe it today
When you walked in the door, and up to the bar
I could see him as clear as a bell
You drink the same brand of poison he drank
Yes, I knew your father real well
Didn't he ever just mention my name?
He must have sometime told the tale
Of the days on the stations out Charleville way
And the droving trips down New South Wales
A good mate he was, but a bit of the lad
I could tell you a story or two
Like when we hit the Hungerford pub on the tear
And we took on the bar, just we two
Oh, he told you that story? Well, never mind
There's plenty more where that came from
The things a bloke does when he's keen on a girl
Of course, long before he met your mum
He settled down then; I stayed on the move
But I miss my ol' mate on the track
The camps and the musters, and some of the yarns
Yes, I knew your father way back
Don't tell me that stinking great road train outside
Is what you're drovin' on nowadays
My ol' mate would turn in his grave, so he would
To see you desert the old ways
But it's none of my business, and I'm sorry I spoke
I was wrong to, because after all
You're following still on the old pilgrim tracks
Your father and I drove before
Yes, I knew your father real well, boy
And I wish he was here by our side
To join with the two of us yarning away
He'd be glad we met up, you and I
Well, thanks for the yarn, give my best to your mum
I bet she remembers me well
And maybe we'll drink to ol' memories again, yeah
I knew your father real well, the old geezer
I knew your father real well
