RSL 1984
Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor
The Bover boys with their boots shiny red
Three dollar champagne stirring my head
We rolled out the barrels, boys
We sang with a single voice
Let all tears turn to gold
And all the hell IÂ’ve raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold
Give me a part to play
Grant me another day
The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold
Floating on a longboard, life on hold
I never know the way, but you always take me there
And I need it now, like the Mooloolaba air
WeÂ’ll roll with the next wave, boys
WeÂ’ll sing out, weÂ’ll make some noise
Red dust rises
Clouds your every thought
You donÂ’t know youÂ’re deceived until youÂ’re not
Good dog, bad dog - they get to fightinÂ’ in your head
The winner is the last one gettinÂ’ fed
God is alive and my magic is no good
And HeÂ’s called me out on this walkabout
He leads me to water and traces each song line
And I know to know His ways are higher than mine
So roll out the road rig, boys
WeÂ’ll sing with a grateful voice
Let all tears turn to gold
And the hell thatÂ’s raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold
Give us a part to play
Grant us another day
compositores: PETER FURLER, STEVE TAYLOR
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