Текст Paul Kelly – Nothing On My Mind

Rack ’em up Jim, it’s your break
Set ’em up Max, it’s my shout
You know I really could go a round or three
You wouldn’t believe the crap I’ve had to deal with this week

Christ hell! It’s warming up in here, listen to that guitar player will ya
Do you think anyone could get him to turn down?
Where’d Jim go, sorry I didn’t catch your name
It’s impossible to hear a word above that sound
I’m a little thirsty, I’m running out of money, hey I’m a legend not a star
And I’ll talk to anyone yes I will
Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab off those cold little vicious ones as they keep coming right across the bar
I just want nothing on my mind

There was a man on the radio today talking about the young people
Said we should listen to the young people, said they’re a victim of conspiracy
The young people, Jesus! What’s that supposed to mean? I never did one damn good thing ’til I was over thirty
I’m gonna get up in the morning, chug-a-Iug a coffee
Get on my bike and ride away
Find me a beach with a nice little break and I’m gonna catch wave after wave after wave
Until there’s nothing on my mind
(Whoever brought me here will have to take me home)