Hey, it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild angels callBut there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beerNow the publican's anxious for the quota to come And there's a faraway look on the face of the bumThe maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with no beerWell, strange things happen here in the outback My old friend who wrote that song is here with all our trucking mates todayLet's give a big hand as he comes out with his guitar to the yodelling bushman Gordon Parsons, my old mateHow are you, Jack? There's nothing I wouldn't do for Ned, there's nothing he wouldn't do for meAnd that's how we go through life, doing absolutely nothing for each otherWould you like to sing along in this? You can do the next verse you like about the stockmanWhile the stockman rides in with his dry, dusty throat He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coatThe smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer As the barman said sadly, the pub's got no beerThen the swaggy comes in, smothered in dust and flies He throws down his robe and rubs the sweat from his eyesBut when he is told, he says, what's this I hear? I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no beerThere's a dog on the pram there, for his master he waits Cause the boss is inside, drinking wine with his matesHe hurries for cover and he caringes in fear What a place for a dog in a pub with no beerAnd old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life Has gone home cold sober to his darling wifeHe walks in the kitchen, she says, you really feel dear But then he breaks down and tells her, the pub's got no beerShall we waltz all together? Hey!It's an old simple way from your kindred and all By a campfire at night, where the wild eagles callBut there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear Than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beerHere's a song written by an old friend of mine, the late and great Mac CormackWho travelled with our show many times right round AustraliaHe wrote this particular song one time on one of our round Australia tripsIt's a ballad about a little town out on the black soil plains of QueenslandHe called it the Ballad of Camel Wheel