We Met On the Cb

True Story Tooling down the highway, through a New South country town Listen to the crackle on CB A voice comes through the speaker, faint and on its own I wonder if they could be calling me Now the CB things illegal, so we need to take some care It could be an Inspector or a Cop I'd like to reply to them, but do I really dare I found an isolated place where I could stop I made an answer to the call, asked roughly where they were Turns out that they were not far down the road I returned to say where I was, but made the spot a blur There is no such thing as safety overload Along comes a red Cortina, with antenna on the guard I put out my left hand to flag him down I was closer than he thought I was, so put the brakes on hard The first stop that they had made since Sydney Town He got out and came towards me, his wife still in the car We had a yarn and planned to meet another day Now that was forty years ago, and I can say that they still are The closest friends, that we have had up to this day