Band of Mates – Terry Bennetts
We’re a band of mates out on the road, spreading cheer as we go
Soon all your troubles will be gone
We’ll sing our songs of the land, to our guitars you can clap your hands
As the music keeps rolling on, as the music keeps rolling on
Ginger he’s the guitar man, from the Kimberley where the red pindan
Flows from the desert in his veins
As he picks his Gibson true and strong, his old mate Bazza will live on
He brings those songs to life again
Evan he’s a mate of mine, a nicer bloke would be hard to find
He’ll travel far and wide just to play
We’ll have a barbeque, a beer or two, then the guitars come out right on cue
We’ll pick and sing the night away
We’re a band of mates out on the road, spreading cheer as we go
Soon all your troubles will be gone
We’ll sing our songs of the land, to our guitars you can clap your hands
As the music keeps rolling on, as the music keeps rolling on
Terry’s traveled down this road of song, picking his guitar as he rambled on
Made a lot of friends along the way
And for us three fella’s standing here, a mateship we all hold dear
Will last until our dying days.
We’re a band of mates out on the road, spreading cheer as we go
Soon all your troubles will be gone
We’ll sing our songs of the land, to our guitars you can clap your hands
As the music keeps rolling on, as the music keeps rolling on
We’re a band of mates out on the road, spreading cheer as we go
Soon all your troubles will be gone
We’ll sing our songs of the land, to our guitars you can clap your hands
As the music keeps rolling on, as the music keeps rolling on
Yeah we all keep rolling on
Band of Mates was written and recorded by Terry Bennetts for his Salt of the Earth album. The song is performed by The Band of Mates who are: Terry Bennetts, Ginger Cox and Evan Platschinda