The original studio version from the self-titled album "Cold Chisel" (1978). I do not own this fucking great song.
Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty And drove it down to Adelaide She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston I thought the heat would never end But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy And a few extra dollars to spend
I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go I was talking to his teenage son I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard At least until he'd had some fun I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation Thinkin' all you have to do is try There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror "Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"
Home and broken hearted I've been pasted to the telephone Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon And on the radio it's New Year's Eve What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy The steaks were washed away in the rain Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance She'll never be my friend again And everyone was asking me where's the little woman Rolled home before the rain could stop I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers With my heels on the table-top