Winfield Red

I’m at the bar, boots on the mat

Leather wallet, cash in hand

Sawdust floor and a busted fan

I need my fix, you understand

You know my face, you know my name

I’ve been waiting in this heat

Set it down, don’t make me chase

I’m already on my feet

Come on now

Don’t keep me hanging

I got that look

I’m not pretending

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, pull it in here

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack here

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, make it clear

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack here

Cold glass sweating in my palm

Tins lined up like a battle line

Every mate here knows the code

One more round and I’m doing fine

Jarrah scars on the counter top

Old bar jokes and a grin so wide

I came for the noise and the cure

And that first bite going down my side

Come on now

Don’t keep me hanging

I got that look

I’m not pretending

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, pull it in here

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack here

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, make it clear

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack here

When the night runs long

And the talk turns loud

You and me in the same old crowd

One shot more and I’m back in gear

Open the door, I’m still right here

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, pull it in here

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack

Aussie publican, serve me a beer

Aussie publican, make it clear

Give me a pack of Winfield Red

And don’t forget the VB six-pack here