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,
Iâd 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, âItâs a railway that you ownâ
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 âany room mate?â and I answered, âPlenty Beuâ
Then at this tip this noble man, the voice of Sergeant Small,
Said, âIâve trapped you very nicely, youâre headed for a fallâ
I wished that I was 16 stone and only seven foot tall,
Iâd 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, âMaybe that would help to cure my rattler jumping waysâ
So if your down and outback, let me tell you what I think,
Just stay off the Queensland railways, itâs a shortcut to the clink.
I wished that I was 16 stone and only seven foot tall,
Iâd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.
Iâd go back to western Queensland, and beat up Sergeant Small.