Peter the Cabby lyricsOn If You Don't Fight You Lose (1978)
Peter the Cabby (John Schumann) Peter’s a cabby on Adelaide roads And in five o’clock traffic that’s a hard road to hoe And he hunts for his family in a Holden with a two-way and meter There’s no air-conditioning where he plies his trade On the green-plate stand by the Rundle Arcade Where he sits and waits for privilege of driving you home There’s no Mr Muzak in the front of his cab Just a crackling voice and a dog-eared road map And a torch and a biro sliding around the dash Your life is in his hands when they’re gripped on the wheel The water-pump rattles and the Michelins squeal He’s been driving for years and sometimes it feels like forever He knows very well your city of gardens He’ll take you from town and he’ll drop you at Marden Peak hour, five minutes, and if you think that’s easy, well try it He can change a spare tire in three minutes flat And he lubes his own car lying flat on his back And he tunes up his motor with a timing light in his ear You could be at Woodville you could be at Stirling The sun may be burning the fog may be swirling Peter Peter’s still driving all down that endless white line It may be at midday, the morning or midnight He’ll sell you a ride with his yellow roof-light ‘Til the drag operator gives him a job to go home |
1978 "If You Don't Fight You Lose" Album Version
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