Smithy from Pinkerton Pendlebury by Pinkerton Pendlebury

Smithy

Oh the son of Will and Cathy, in Brisbane Charles was born
They left our shores for BC, but they weren’t there for long
This before the myth, that became Kingsford-Smith

Ooh Smithy you were born to fly
Ooh Smithy you were born to fly

Yeah the Great War was calling, where toes were his loss
For his gallantry they gave him, the military cross
From Lady Luck he was kissed, and he became a fascist

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Ooh smithy you were born to fly
Ooh smithy you were born to fly

Flew across the Trans-Pacific, for which he was the first
And despite the adoration, It hadn’t quenched his thirst
And although - nothing he feared, in the Southern Cross he disappeared

Ooh smithy you were born to fly
Ooh smithy you were born to fly

Uncle Tom was a little boy, of you (he) could not get enough
He asked you for an autograph, you told him to f*ck off

• 70's rock
• Rock
• aussie rock
• harmonies
• indie rock
• Melbourne