Houndog - Cold Chisel

Hump that coffin up round one more bend

Hump that coffin up round one more bend

If your head needs a bandage

Try a roadhouse open sandwich

Dodge the waitress and hit the road again

I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes

I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues

Yeah the highway blues

I coulda flown East-West

But the ticket was outa my range

I coulda gone rail

But they said I looked a little strange

The Budget girl’s just got the sack

The interstate bus just breaks my back

I’m sick of getting home

Counting my remaining change

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues

Ride the line to Hornsby station

Find my circus animals again

Undenied

Don’t need no communication

Through the ghost-towns, and fade away

I’m outside

The railway don’t come out here no more

And it’s cold

Through Nambucca, up the coast

Grass is greener

Girls are sweeter

I did it all the last ten summers

Leave the waves and change the culture

Choose a far off name that suites ya

Bali, Bangkok, overland

Asian highway, Amsterdam

Always some town unexplored

And in the end

It’s the motion is it’s own reward

It’s just the motion

I’ve had petrol-heads and country hicks

Bible-freaks and lunatics

Fifty miles to go and I’ll be home

I’ll be home

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the road

Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues