The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw

N.C. C C C G F C Sunrise on the station breaks the morning spell C C/B Am Am/G F G Red and green streamers fly outside the Railway View Hotel F G C C/B Am Am/G F Cleveland St. shuffles shinin', into the mighty roar G F G C We were walkin' through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw C G F C Livin' eight to a house, post Menzies land of plenty C C/B Am Am/G F G But there was nothing else for people like us in September 1970 F G C C/B Am Am/G Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore F G F G C We didn't work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw F G F G C If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts F G F G C Drink your beer but shed no tears for these days you miss the most F G C C/B Am/G F Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door G And the tears rolled down like Reschs F G C The day John Sattler broke his jaw C (with intro riff) C G F C Saturday morning on the Botany Road was mean and it was lean C C/B Am Am/G F G Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin' through a richer man's dream F G C C/B Am Am/G By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors F G F G C Even the T.AB was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw F G F G C If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts F G F G C Drink your beer but shed no tears for these days you miss the most F G C C/B Am Am/G Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door F G And the tears rolled down like Reschs F G C The day John Sattler broke his jaw C G F C In the Ladies Lounge the young girl rocks a pram C C/B Am Am/G F G Some old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands F G C C/B Am Am/G Clothes lines fly high, the sun sinks behind the flats F G F G C Where stoned girls walk in circles with babies on their backs C G F C As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains C C/B Am Am/G G F G Suburban towns turn blue and brown and use old wars for their street names F G C C/B Am Am/G They sent you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys F G F G C As Young Labor sits stoned in a terraced house with the Sydney Swans on pay tv F G F G C If it's high enough, if it's long enough, if it's straight between the posts F G F G C Drink your beer but shed no tears for these days you miss the most F G C C/B Am Am/G Every step and sill sat shinin' in Black-It from door to door F G And the tears rolled down like Reschs F G C The day John Sattler broke his jaw F G And the tears rolled down like Reschs F G C The day John Sattler broke his jaw