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JACK POBAR Holberton St Toowoomba Recorded May 1973 Just An Empty BottleHe called for me when going home just on the tick of eightThen walked along in silence though I was damp and cold He held me like a lover dear and would not release his hold Then he took me down a real dark lane where he could not be seen Then took the wrap right off me. I could not call or scream “I've loved you all these years,” he said, “although you're a curse to me If I could ease my love for you, a godsend it would be He pulled my cap off my head and lifted me up high Then sealed his lips right over mine and sucked and sucked me dry Today as people pass down the street they see me lying here An empty bottle thrown away – once full of good Toowoomba beer |