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

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