Slim Dusty – Second Class Wait Here (Guitar)

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At suburban railway stations, you may see them as you pass

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There are signboards on the platforms saying, 'Wait here second class;'

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And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running gear

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Seem to be for ever saying, saying 'Second class wait here'

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Yes the second class were waiting, in the days of serf and prince,

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And the second class are waiting — they've been waiting ever since.

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There are gardens in the background, and the line is bare and drear,

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Yet they wait beneath the signboard, sneering 'Second class wait here.'

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I have waited in the winter, in the mornings dark and damp,

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When the asphalt platform glistened underneath that lonely lamp.

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And the wind among the poplars and the wires that thread the air

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Seemed to be for ever snarling, snarling 'Second class wait here.'

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Out beyond the further suburb, near a chimney stack alone,

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Lay the works of Grinder Brothers, with a platform of their own;

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And I waited there and suffered, waited there for many a day,

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Slaved beneath a phantom signboard, telling all my hopes to stay!.

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Oh! a man must feel revengeful for a boyhood such as mine.

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God! I hate the very houses near the workshop by the line;

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And the smell of railway stations, and the roar of running gear,

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And the scornful-snearing signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'

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There's a train with Death for driver, that is ever going past,

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There will be no class compartments, when it's all aboard at last

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For the long white jasper platform with an Eden in the rear;

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And there won't be any signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'

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Oh no there won't be any signboards, saying 'Second class wait here.'