Letter - Lyrics - Dan Sultan

Lookin' for my baby on the outside You people think I'm gonna run and hide Is it right baby, is it right? Well I'm headin' up north, I'm givin' up the chase No sucker up there knows my face Is it right baby, ooh is it right? Pack up the car and we're ready to go Put on the plates that the cops don't know Is it right baby, is it right? I said baby, now I know you got my letter (letter, letter) I said darling, I won't ever forget ya (forget ya, forget ya) Baby I will put myself up for tender (tender) To a backstreet money lender (lender) Just to buy you that Fender (Fender, Fender) Barrell up the Hume in an XA Ford The way you look at me oh my lord Just seventeen hundred K's away We won't be stopping 'til Byron Bay, no Hate to see my woman out there turning tricks No dirty ***'s gonna get his kicks Outta mine, ooh it ain't right, no! I said baby, pack all your *** together (together) We're gonna head for nicer weather (weather) And we shall never surrender (surrender, surrender) In Melbourne, I fear a shitfight comin' (comin') You gotta get that motor hummin' (hummin') Then it's time for some lovin' (lovin', lovin') I said baby, you gotta steal a car on Sunday (Sunday) You gotta be at the gate on Monday (Monday) I'll be out by midday (midday, midday)