Just Can’t Miss It, Mate

Lyrics

I was hauling a load of bullocks to an old timer's selection When I stopped at the pub in Quilpie and phoned for my directions He said, It's really easy, there's a signboard on the gate And if you follow my directions, well, you just can't miss it, mate Well, you take the left-hand turnin' at the corner of the pub Then you'll see a road a-stretchin' out into the scrub Then you take another turnin', but this time to the right It's the corner where young Kelly died, when he rollеd, that fatal night Then you drive a few milеs further on, out across the plain But be careful of the crossings, eh, if it should chance to rain Then you take an old bush track, down by the ol' wrecked car And if you reach the third creek crossing, turn back, 'cause you've gone too far Then you get back on the ol' bush track, it's what we call a sort of a short cut Then you strike back towards the main road, down past the old slab hut Then past the burnt-out stockyards, down by the old dead tree It's the one that was struck by lightning, er, let me think, back in 1943 Then you keep right on drivin', a few miles more, until You come to the rocky outcrop, at the foot of Fraser's Hill Then you head right through the crown land, till you see the big twelve-foot gate And if you follow these directions, well, I reckon you just can't miss it, mate Now what did he say? Er, bush track, main road Main road? There's not much flamin' difference out this way, but I gotta take the turn to the left Fraser's Hill? I wonder where that is All I can see is an overgrown anthill Turn to the left, go across the plain I think the old bloke's in a bit of a dream I think I'm lost