Adelaide - Paul Kelly

The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming

And all the great aunts are either insane or dead

Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning

We lived on the bend;

it was there I was raised and fed

Counting and running as I go

Down past the hedges all in a row

In Adelaide, Adelaide

Dad’s hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying

I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall

And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying

I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

Cannot bring him back again

Find me a bar or a girl or guitar, now where do you go on a Saturday night?

I own this town, I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light

And the streets are so wide, everybody’s inside

Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year

(This is my town!)

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

Wouldn’t drag me back again

To Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide