From the recording The Rushes
Lyrics
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS A BIG ONE, THE POCKETS SO DEEP, AND I REMEMBER EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT I’D RUN UP TO HIM AND SAY.
WHAT YOU GOT IN THOSE POCKETS?
IS THERE A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR ME? BUT ALL I FOUND WAS A TAB TICKET SCREWED UP AMONGST HIS CHANGE.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS EMPTY.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS DAMP.
MY OLD MANS COAT SMELT LIKE A BAR ROOM, AS IT SLID FROM THE BACK OF HIS CHAIR.
MUM SHE WAITED AT THE STATION,
TIL' HE STAGGERED FROM THE TRAIN. THREW THE DOG IN THE FRONT SEAT, DID NOT HAVE THE NERVE TO KILL THE PAIN.
AND I SAT IN THE BACKSEAT OF THE DATSUN 1200, JUST TO DRIVE THE OLD MAN HOME. SOUND ASLEEP BY THE DRIVEWAY MUM WOULD SHOVEL HIM THROUGH THE DOOR.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS EMPTY.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS DAMP.
MY OLD MANS COAT SMELT LIKE A BAR ROOM, AS IT SLID FROM THE BACK OF HIS CHAIR.
PAY CHEQUES SEEMED TO GET SMALLER, LAY DOWN A MONKEY ON THAT SURE THING IN THE FIRST. KEEP THE HOUSE ON FIFTY DOLLARS, AND BUY THE KID SOME CLOTHES.
AND I REMEMBER THOSE FRIDAY NIGHTS, FAMILY HOLIDAYS ON A ONE ARM. LOST YOUR SHIRT TO KEEP UP WITH THE PACK YOU NEVER DID WIN IT BACK.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS EMPTY.
MY OLD MANS COAT WAS DAMP.
MY OLD MANS COAT SMELT LIKE A BAR ROOM AS IT SLID FROM THE BACK OF HIS CHAIR.