Well it’s been two days since I last had a puff on a dart/
Got a hunger and a headache that’s given’ me a kick up the arse/
My baby’s in a rut and I can’t seem to shake this mood/
Gonna walk down to Coles it’s my 12 bar Winfield Blues/

I’m holdin’ out for the nicotine/
Tell a young man he’s guilty and he’s so carefree/
Let the sun beat down on me/
I got my lighter in my pocket it’s all I need

In the door I walked greeted by red shirts and smiles/
Beeline for the counter no time to buy any supplies/
Took a look at the price-board and my stomach began to turn/
The baccy tax got raised again and it’s gonna hurt/

I’m getting desperate for the nicotine/
Teach a young man patience and he’ll never stay clean/
Let the sun beat down on me/
Got a blade in my pocket it’s all I need/

Clerk walked up asking me if I needed a hand/
I said: ‘Have you got Winnie Blues’ and his face scrunched up real bad/
‘We only got Gold left’ he said apologetically/
Couldn’t take it no more, grabbed the blade and made a scene/

Now I didn’t get the nicotine/
Tell a young man he’s peaceful and he’ll end up mean/
Let the sun beat down on me/
Didn’t have the judge in my pocket and he wasn’t carefree/

Breakin’ rocks by day and staring at the walls by night/
My brother got my baby and the judge he took my life/
Barwon got me feeling like I’ve nothing left to lose
Now I’m stuck in here, behind 12 bars for Winfield Blues.