TFC Lyrics

The story goes that they moved this town

From the telegraph station to seven miles South

All because a beer truck broke down

We know it's not true but it still checks out

Yeah it ain't true but it suits this town

Waiting 'round till four o'clock

That's when I spend my money when I get my grog

From then till seven three hours of power

It's too hot to move before then anyhow

You can buy a carton or two bottles of wine

But not half of each at the same time

Commandeer your friends to divide and conquer

Get what you need to make the night go longer

I was planning to stay dry as dry as a barkly breeze

But every time I step foot here I step straight to my knees

It's not all lies and booze of course

Plenty hard times, good times and sorts

With hearts as big as the sky above you

Shine bright and long the mighty Warumungu

I was planning to stay dry as dry as a barkly breeze

But every time I step foot here I step straight to my knees

The story goes that they moved this town

From a telegraph station a seven miles south

All because a beer truck broke down

If you stay the night in Tennant Creek

You know it's a way of life in TFC