The Hungry Mile

In the Great Depression, down on the wharves of Sydney
Hadn’t seen their hometowns in a while
The word went around there’d be jobs for everyone
Down on the Hungry Mile
So I hitched a ride from Young and headed for the big smoke
Hadn’t seen the money in a while
I left the wife and kids for to try me luck
Down on the Hungry Mile
On the Hungry Mile, the Hungry Mile
Livin' on our wits, livin' on our guile
But the jobs wer few in that endless quue
Down on the Hungry Mile
Gangs of workers in a broken system
Where only the strong survived
Demeaned, rejected and disrespected
Down on the Hungry Mile
On the Hungry Mile, the Hungry Mile
Livin' on our wits, livin' on our guile
But the jobs were few in that endless queue
Down on the Hungry Mile