Colin Buchanan - By The Barwon lyrics

It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon They'd had enough of the concrete footpath Had enough of the takeaway Must have been a dozen in that Falcon Heading down to the Barwon. Could've gone to the local pool But it's not as brown It's not as cool Yellowbelly, rivergums Maybe a cousin or two ... By the Barwon There's the rattly bridge with the swallow nests At the shotgun sign you hang a left It's a well-worn track to that well-known bend In the Barwon There's been stories told around a roaring fire Lovers held under a million stars And a lot of empty bottles have been cast adrift In the Barwon. Could've gone to the local pool But it's not as brown It's not as cool Yellowbelly, rivergums Maybe a cousin or two ... By the Barwon It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the pepercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon They've been coming here for so many years Before the bridge and the town and the bottles of beer And when the next flood pa**es they'll all be back In the Barwon.