slim dusty - 1957 - the pub with no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
the new zealand beer festival was on in auckland yesterday and i thought it was really well organised. until about 5:30pm when they started to run out of beer!
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