Broometime Blues from October Moon by John Rasmussen

Oh I grew up in an Australian town
with friends named Mick, we mucked around
We chased any girl who came within reach
conducted our affairs on the local beach
Drank too much beer, sang too many songs
Formal dress was tux and thongs
Melbourne town was good to me that's why I left in seventy three

Oh I drank in England, ate in France
danced that crazy hippy dance
Fell in love in a Munich bar
Really hadn't come so far
But my heart kept flying away from me
To those old brown mountains and blue, blue sea
A golden town away out west
It was still a dream, but dreams are best

Chorus
(I got those
Broometime Blues
Need to get a little sand in my shoes Need to take some time,
Get some time to lose
Broometime Blues
So many paths to choose
I got those Broometime
give me some room-time blues

A spot in the desert by the Indian Ocean
mountains out back, sea in motion
Where the pearling luggers rocked and swayed
over crystal waters and divers graves
Malay, Japanese, Aboriginal too
now rocking together in a musical stew
So many wanderers, so many faces
Bound together in the oceans graces
I got those

(Chorus)

Now I live by the San Francisco Bay
There are some small dreams working out my way
Golden Gate on a foggy day
I sometimes think how I'd like to stay
But there's a faultline down inside of me
Keeps me moving relentlessly
And until I find that golden seam
I'll keep on dreaming that same old dream

(Chorus)

• Australian folk music
• Blues & Roots
• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Melbourne