Love Shack
Lee Kernaghan Lyrics


Tell the boss we're shooting through, wont be back for a week or two,
Blowing up dust on an old back road, we'll get away fast and come back slow,
Drop the corn into the slot, common girl lets get lost.

Riding in my love shack, by my side, honeymoon suite in a 4WD.
High time, freedom bound, let your hair hang down,
Rocking up that bush track, n' out of reach, make the hills n take the beach.
Throw a mattress out the back, it's a love shack.

It's got a bit of a knock when you hit the toe, there's no place this rig won't go,
We'll cut across the back country, in a wide, brown land, just you and me.
Just a rollin' along in my getaway truck, my girls getting all fizzed up.

Riding in my love shack, by my side, honeymoon suite in a 4WD.
High time, freedom bound, let your hair hang down,
Rocking up that bush track, n' out of reach, make the hills n take the beach.
Throw a mattress out the back, it's a love shack.

Panel Van, with the tail gate down, an old tray back, dirty and brown.
Decked out convey, pleasure dome, rollin' along like a rollin' stone.

Riding in my love shack, by my side, honeymoon suite in a 4WD.
High time, freedom bound, let your hair hang down,
Rocking up that bush track, n' out of reach, make the hills n take the beach.
Throw a mattress out the back, it's a love shack.

Riding in my love shack, by my side, honeymoon suite in a 4WD.
High time, freedom bound, let your hair hang down,
Rocking up that bush track, n' out of reach, make the hills n take the beach.
Throw a mattress out the back, it's a love shack.

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Written by: GARTH IVAN RICHARD PORTER, LEE RAYMOND KERNAGHAN

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on Hat Town

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Iain B


on Hat Town

Intro I was born in a hat town Raised on the warago It’s hot out here but you tough it out Like and old Brigalow From the back of the channelled country Across the western plains The roads are straight and dusty And the folks are much the same Chorus: Roots run strong and deep out here in a hat town And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town Well fight th

Intro I was born in a hat town Raised on the Warrego It’s hot out here but you tough it out Like an old Brigalow From the back of the Channel country Across the western plains The roads are straight and dusty And the folks are much the same Chorus: Roots run strong deep out here in a hat town And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town Well it might be Thargomind; Might be Barky Downs Theres a pub and a store and not much more, you’re living in an old hat town Stocking out in the heat haze, half mile 60 zone Just a rag tag bunch of buildings made of wood and tin and stone Theres a swag with stories, most of them are true How the locals pass the hat around and pull each other through Chorus Instrumental Well we're roustabouts and drovers; we're bushies tried and true And we're out here for the long haul; not just blowin' through Roots run strong and deep out here in a hat town And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town From the back of the Channel Country, and across the Dusty Downs There's a pub and a store and not much more, you’re living in an old hat town Yeah Todelay heeeee Livin in a hat town Livin in an old hat town Yodelay heeeee Livin in a hat town Livin in an old hat town