David never played guitar, he was a postman on a bike He was just a simple man He never needed city lights From a small town called Sorrento In 1945 he was a child Oh, and David drank his whiskey as he sat and watched the game He was a Collingwood supporter but don't hold that against him And one day, he had a daughter who taught him what it takes to raise her right
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this oh, so simple man He worked for every dollar and he paid for every can It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrеnto, oh, let's go back to the beach And wе'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet Well, that simple life you loved well, I think that's the life for me That's the life I need
And David met a girl who would soon become his wife And they had two kids and settled down and built a little slice of A little slice of heaven in a town they both called home, small town Sorrento And as the time moves on, old Sorrento turned to Rye He still read the morning paper and bet on horses every night Now his kids got kids of their own he was a grandpa overnight, overnight
Oh, and nothing ever came for free for this oh, so simple man He worked for every dollar and he paid for every can It was an honest life for an honest man
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet Well, that simple life you loved well, I think that's the life for me That's the life I need
Oh, and even though you're gone that old Sorrento feels the same And just like you did as a kid they still play footy in the rain And one day when I'm done I'll see you smile again and you say
Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet Well, that simple life you loved well, I think that's the life for me Let's go back to Sorrento, oh Let's go back to Sorrento, oh, let's go back to the beach And we'll pick cowrie shells, have fish and chips with sand beneath our feet Well, that simple life you loved well, I think that's the life I need That's the life I need
That might be the life for me That might be the life I need Let's go back to, ooh, let's go back to the beach
Compositores: Randy John Belculfine, Toni Watson ECAD: Obra #46790944