Oh this old tin roof up over my head could tell quite a tale or two
Of the ringers who laughed and drank and sang and sometimes shared a blue
And these hardwood boards down under my feet have seen a little wear and tear

From high heeled boots and gooseneck spurs and three leg bar room chairs

Oh I've seen those pictures on the wall a dancin' up and down

When the ringers came in on Saturday night to stir up this old town
From the Isaacs river to Elphinstone and deep in the brigalow scrub
Wild and woolly and full of fleas they came to the Nebo pub hey


And there they'd drink and yarn all night in the best of company
And sometimes break into the tune of an old bush melody

And many an old blue dog I've seen standin' a lonely guard
O'er the drunken form of the boss at dawn down in the hotel yard


Oh this little old Nebo pub was built back in the good old days
When Nebo town was a wild old town in the days of the horse and dray
Oh it's seen good times and seen 'em bad and had its ups and downs

And publicans have come and gone and left their mark in town
Oh it's had its share of characters and boozers of renown
And they'll go down in the history of little old Nebo town

But the good old days have gone their way and the ringers ride in no more
For now they come on the bitumen in a brand new 4x4


And the mining men are drinking now where the drovers used to be
And the cattle smell has given way to the stench of dieseline
Oh but still they meet in the same old way and drink in harmony

And I pray to the patron saint of pubs that's how it will always be

Oh this old tin roof up over my head could tell quite a tale or two

Of the ringers who laughed and drank and sang and sometimes shared a blue
So now we'll drink to that old tin roof and the hardwood boards below
And here's to the good old days we knew and the mates we used to know