They hitched up
that old caravan
in nineteen sixty-three
They drove a big
black Zephyr
they were young
and they were free
Pointed southwards
on a tailwind
and no particular plan
Just a young bloke
and his new bride
and that old caravan
Oh sweet memories
of that flaking paint
and ply
Oh those miles
that rolled on by
So hold her like
you used to
when the journey
first began
Side by side
in that old caravan
The day they got
a flat tyre out the
back of Narrabri
Annie was a twinkle
in her mother's eye
and those little
interruptions
Often times began
a romantic roadside
rendezvous
in that old caravan
Oh sweet memories
of that flaking paint
and ply
Oh those miles
that rolled on by
So hold her like
you used to
when the journey
first began
Side by side
in that old caravan
They still flick through
those old photos
of their little
growing clan
It was freedom
on the Wallaby
in that old caravan
Oh sweet memories
of that flaking paint
and ply
Oh those miles
that rolled on by
And he holds her
like he used to
when the journey
first began
Side by side
in that old caravan
Woah side by side
in that old caravan