Sergeant Small
I went broke in western Queensland in 1931,
Nobody would employ me so my swaggy days begun
I headed out to Charleville, out to the western towns,
I was on my way to Roma, destination Darling Downs
And my pants were getting ragged, my shoes were getting thin,
When we stopped in Mitchell, a goods train shunted in,
The engine blew her whistle, I was looking up to see,
She was on her way to Roma, that was very plain to me.
I wished that I was 16 stone and only seven foot tall,
I'd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.
As I sat and watched her, inspiration seemed to grow,
And I remembered the government slogan, "It's a railway that you own"
So by the time the sun was setting, and night was going nigh,
So I gathered my belongings and I caught her on the fly.
And as we came into Roma, I tucked my head down low,
And a voice said "any room mate?" and I answered, "Plenty Beu"
Then at this tip this noble man, the voice of Sergeant Small,
Said, "I've trapped you very nicely, you're headed for a fall"
I wished that I was 16 stone and only seven foot tall,
I'd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.
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The Judge was very kind to me, he gave me thirty days,
He said, "Maybe that would help to cure my rattler jumping ways"
So if your down and outback, let me tell you what I think,
Just stay off the Queensland railways, it's a shortcut to the clink.
I wished that I was 16 stone and only seven foot tall,
I'd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.
I'd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.
Sargento Pequeno
Fiquei sem grana no oeste de Queensland em 1931,
Ninguém queria me empregar, então meus dias de andarilho começaram.
Parti pra Charleville, rumo às cidades do oeste,
Estava a caminho de Roma, destino Darling Downs.
Minhas calças estavam puídas, meus sapatos já estavam finos,
Quando paramos em Mitchell, um trem de carga chegou.
A locomotiva apitou, eu olhei pra cima pra ver,
Ela estava a caminho de Roma, isso era bem claro pra mim.
Eu queria ter 100 quilos e medir dois metros de altura,
Voltaria pra Queensland e daria uma surra no Sargento Pequeno.
Enquanto eu a observava, a inspiração começou a crescer,
E me lembrei do slogan do governo, "É uma ferrovia que você possui."
Então, quando o sol estava se pondo e a noite se aproximava,
Juntei minhas coisas e a peguei de surpresa.
E quando chegamos em Roma, eu abaixei a cabeça,
E uma voz disse: "Tem espaço, camarada?" e eu respondi: "Tem de sobra, meu irmão."
Então, nesse momento, esse nobre homem, a voz do Sargento Pequeno,
Disse: "Te peguei direitinho, você tá a caminho da queda."
Eu queria ter 100 quilos e medir dois metros de altura,
Voltaria pra Queensland e daria uma surra no Sargento Pequeno.
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O juiz foi muito gentil comigo, me deu trinta dias,
Disse: "Talvez isso ajude a curar meu jeito de pular por aí."
Então, se você tá na pior, deixa eu te contar o que eu penso,
Fique longe das ferrovias de Queensland, é um atalho pra cadeia.
Eu queria ter 100 quilos e medir dois metros de altura,
Voltaria pra Queensland e daria uma surra no Sargento Pequeno.
Voltaria pra Queensland e daria uma surra no Sargento Pequeno.