Morton (Song For Tex) lyrics

(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 U.S.A. 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