Biography:
Graeme Connors has never been easy to pigeonhole. His music is in a class all of its own.
But one thing that is universally acknowledged is that Graeme is one of Australia ’s finest and most prolific songwriters, and that his music has changed the way we see our country and its people.
Over the past couple of years, Graeme Connors has moved away from the Australian musical landscapes for which he is so well known — songs like “A Little Further North”
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
G C
[Verse]
G C
It was gonna be a long walk home with empty pockets,
G
'til he was saved by a trucker with a generous heart,
C G C
A burly blessing who was heading in his direction,
D G D
he breathed a sigh of relief knowing he'd be home within the week,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
D C
He was touted as the one most likely to go places,
G
everybody knew someday he'd set the world on fire,
C G C
This little country town would never hold him,
D G D
the humidity and the flies clashed with the stars in his eyes,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
[Chorus]
D G C
The return of the progial son might have gone unnoticed,
G C
if it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes,
G C G
If it weren't for the gas station waitress with a beautiful memory,
C D G
of a night spent by his side and a dream this day would come,
D G
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
[Instrumental]
G C G C D G D G C D
G C
And considering the years he'd been gone it was amazing,
G
she recognised him with the beard and the dirty clothes,
C G C
She dropped her tray of empty coffee cups and stood there,
D G D
he couldn't recall her name but she loved him just the same,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
C G C
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
[Chorus]
D G C
The return of the progial son might have gone unnoticed,
G C
if it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes,
G C G
If it weren't for the gas station waitress with a beautiful memory,
C D G
of a night spent by his side and a dream this day would come,
D G
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
G C
[Verse]
G C
It was gonna be a long walk home with empty pockets,
G
'til he was saved by a trucker with a generous heart,
C G C
A burly blessing who was heading in his direction,
D G D
he breathed a sigh of relief knowing he'd be home within the week,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
D C
He was touted as the one most likely to go places,
G
everybody knew someday he'd set the world on fire,
C G C
This little country town would never hold him,
D G D
the humidity and the flies clashed with the stars in his eyes,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
[Chorus]
D G C
The return of the progial son might have gone unnoticed,
G C
if it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes,
G C G
If it weren't for the gas station waitress with a beautiful memory,
C D G
of a night spent by his side and a dream this day would come,
D G
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
[Instrumental]
G C G C D G D G C D
G C
And considering the years he'd been gone it was amazing,
G
she recognised him with the beard and the dirty clothes,
C G C
She dropped her tray of empty coffee cups and stood there,
D G D
he couldn't recall her name but she loved him just the same,
G C
Woh oh oh oh.
C G C
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
[Chorus]
D G C
The return of the progial son might have gone unnoticed,
G C
if it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes,
G C G
If it weren't for the gas station waitress with a beautiful memory,
C D G
of a night spent by his side and a dream this day would come,
D G
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
