" Ive traveled down some lonely roads both crooked and straight.
Ive learnt lifes creed summed it up in one word: MATE.
Im thinking back across the years and these words stick between my ears:
"You've got to have a mate"
My mind goes back to 43, to slavery and hate. When mans one chance to stay alive depended on his mate.
You'd slip and slither through the mud and curse your rotten fate.
But you'd hear a quite word: "Dont drop your bundle mate"
And through its all so long ago this truth I have to state:
A man doesnt know what lonely means till hes lost his mate.
If theres a life that follows this, if theres a golden gate, the words that I want to hear are just: "Good on ya mate"
And when Ive left the drivers seat, and handed in the plates, I'll tell old peter at the door, Ive come to join my mates."