(Thomas)
He stopped to change a tyre out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all over the road
He pulled into town sometime in the early afternoon,
More than a normal travelling salesman, the guitar his only load
And we were all there waitin', in the Colac hall,
Our little legs a-swinging 'neath the chairs,
But I just sucked a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
Would the 'Cat Come Back' like last time? I fell into despair
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town
And I still hear the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he sang those songs
And I still hear his voice so crisp and clear above the crowd,
Do I remember? Am I joking?
Somehow it all just seems so strong
And could he crack a whip?
You bet he could (don't you make me laugh!)
And could he tell a joke? He would make you cry
And could he hypnotise and do a dance and spin a yarn?
You name it, he could do it with the winkin' of an eye!
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the years just slip away
And the memories we have they play their games
And now it's me who's strumming guitars,
Now it's me who's travelling round,
But somehow I get the feeling that it isn't quite the same
For it was never quite this easy,
It was never quite this hard
But it never made much sense to theorise,
When the show closed down you'd pack your things,
You'd soon be on your way
First you see him, now you don't,
He'd be gone before your very eyes
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town
From the USA to Canada,
He played the roving clown,
Morton's back in town
From Dunedin to Germany and on to Darling Downs
Hey, Morton,
The Great Morton, Tex Morton!
Morton's back in town