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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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