That Old Caravan

They hitched up that old Caravan in 1969

They drove a big black Zephyr

They were young and they were free

Pointed southwards with a tailwind

And no particular plan

Just a young bloke, and his new bride

And that old caravan

Oh sweet memories

Of that faded paint and ply

Oh those miles that rolled on by

So hold her like you used to

When the journey first began

Side by side in that old caravan

The day they got a flat tyre

Out the back of Narrabri

Annie was a twinkle in her mother's eye

And those little interrupptions

Oftern times began

A romantic roadside rendezvous

In that old caravan

Oh sweet memories

Of that faded paint and ply

Oh those miles that rolled on by

So hold her like you used to

When the journey first began

Side by side in that old caravan

They still flick through those old photos

Of their little growing clan

It was freedom on the wallaby

In that old caravan

Oh sweet memories

Of that faded paint and ply

Oh those miles that rolled on by

So hold her like you used to

When the journey first began

Side by side in that old caravan

And he still holds her like he used to

When the journey first began

Side by side in that old caravan