The Old Bloke

Don’t come with me no more

The old bloke

Seems funny without ‘im

Jeeze we done some miles together, went all over

Perth, Rocky, you name it

He’d just sit there beside me, saying nothing

But looking, looking all the time he was

Good offsider

Best I ever had

Seems funny without ‘im

Was his back that got ‘im

Arthbloodyritis

Only to be expected I s’pose

I mean he’s a good age

But it’s hard for ‘im

Retirement

Sits around in the sun all day

Or near the fire and telly when it’s cold

And we talk about the road

And sometimes I catch a look in his eye

He’ll tilt his head to one side, like he can hear a Cummins

        Crying off in the night

Don’t come with me no more

The old bloke

Seems funny without ‘im

Can hardly move around, so climbing in a rig’s no go

Pills don’t help

Vet says it’s time

I’ll miss him.