"Neon City" lyrics
When you're rollin' down from town in the middle of the night
There's a welcome stop for truckies, where the lights are burnin' bright
It's a place called Neon City, on that lonely southern run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
They say you just can't miss it, mate––the neon's dance and swim
And the tang of truckies' tucker, mate, is bound to drag you in
It's a no-frills kind of waterhole that welcomes everyone
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And football games are straightened out, and many races run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And when the rigs roll out with colored lights all 'round the hood
The driver knows he'll make it, 'cause he's feelin' pretty good
So here's to Sam, and all the team, and all the jokes they've spun
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And they're rollin' south and headin' north––it's such a powerful sight
Like ships out on the highway, hey, they're sailin' through the night
Neon City beams its light to welcome everyone
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And his steaks are big and juicy, and he likes his beer and rum
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
Where the hell is Neon City? I cannot tell a lie
It's twenty miles to nowhere, on the road to Gundagai
And there's neon cities everywhere––this song is of just one
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
Well, there's kangaroos, and soup-and-stews, and bandicoot and snake
And I'm pretty sure she'll never be a bar that has no steak
Oh, there's ham-and-eggs, and tons of toast, and the coffee's good and strong
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And football games are straightened out, and many races run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
On ol' Highway 31
On ol' Highway 31
There's a welcome stop for truckies, where the lights are burnin' bright
It's a place called Neon City, on that lonely southern run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
They say you just can't miss it, mate––the neon's dance and swim
And the tang of truckies' tucker, mate, is bound to drag you in
It's a no-frills kind of waterhole that welcomes everyone
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And football games are straightened out, and many races run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And when the rigs roll out with colored lights all 'round the hood
The driver knows he'll make it, 'cause he's feelin' pretty good
So here's to Sam, and all the team, and all the jokes they've spun
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And they're rollin' south and headin' north––it's such a powerful sight
Like ships out on the highway, hey, they're sailin' through the night
Neon City beams its light to welcome everyone
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And his steaks are big and juicy, and he likes his beer and rum
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
Where the hell is Neon City? I cannot tell a lie
It's twenty miles to nowhere, on the road to Gundagai
And there's neon cities everywhere––this song is of just one
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
Well, there's kangaroos, and soup-and-stews, and bandicoot and snake
And I'm pretty sure she'll never be a bar that has no steak
Oh, there's ham-and-eggs, and tons of toast, and the coffee's good and strong
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
And there's Aussie country music played, and that's a welcome change
And the bloke who runs the joint is strangely known as Uncle Sam
And football games are straightened out, and many races run
Just twenty miles to nowhere, on ol' Highway 31
On ol' Highway 31
On ol' Highway 31
