We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel
A couple of dudes from out of town and it wasn't hard to tell
A fella with an old guitar
Who'd been playing in the public bar
Gave a gappy smile and said "G'day"
We made our introductions
And he gave our hands a shake
His grip was like a wool press
And I thought my hand would break
Rocko pulled a chair up near
Richard bought the man a beer
He got out a match stick pick
Began to play
Chorus... Rocko was a sight to see
Singing songs about his life in Bre
Time to kill
And a story to tell
In that not-so-quiet corner
Of the middle Bre Hotel
Countless songs and yarns slipped by
and it was nearly six
Rocko gave the songs a rest
And was doing matchbox tricks
I shook his hand, he slapped my back
I took off down the Cobar track
With Rocko's songs still ringing in my ears
Chorus...