They hitched up that old caravan in 1963 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind And no particular plan Just a young bloke and his new bride And that old caravan Chorus... Oh sweet memories In that flaking paint and ply Oh those miles that rolled on by So hold her like you used to When the journey first began Side by side In that old caravan The day they got a flat tyre out the back of Narrabri Annie was a twinkle in her mother's eye And those little interruptions often-times began A romantic roadside rendezvous In that old caravan Chorus... They still flick through those old photos Of their little growing clan It was freedom on the wallaby In that old caravan Chorus...