[Intro whistle] [Vinyl crackle. Old acoustic guitar. Slow heartbeat kick. Lonely harmonica] [Verse 1] Everyone knew Cobber, Couldn't just buy a loaf of bread, had to stop six times on the way, Everyone yellin' "G'day, Cobber!" instead. A handshake, One joke. a "How's the family?" He remembered every face, Every mate, every important date. Didn't matter what you wore, tie, steel caps, a suit or jeans. if you owned the company...Cleaned the floors...or came from Queens. To Cobber...We were equal. Nothing less, nothing more. [Hook] Here's to Cobber... Everyone's mate. Heart big enough For the whole damn place. He carried a war Nobody could see. The world called him A hero... We just called him... Family. [Verse 2] Long before the stories,Long before the laughs, He was just a young bloke, Following his path. Sent across an ocean, far too young to know, That some wars end...But never let you go. He came home limping..with holes in his leg, But part of his soul, Never came back, got lost instead Back then, there weren't words for a haunted mind Only..."Be a man." and "Don't fall behind." So he drowned every memory, one drink at a time...trying to silence, what never left his mind. [Verse 3] See...Pain doesn't vanish. it just changes hands. Moves through generations, Before we understand. Dad carried battles, He never actually chose. Not because Cobber, Didn't love him, though. Nobody taught him how to put the war down. So the trauma, followed him round and round. [Hook] Here's to Cobber... Everyone's mate. Heart big enough For the whole damn place. He carried a war Nobody could see. The world called him A hero... We just called him... Family. [Bridge] But here's What never changed... Treat everyone The same. the Cleaner. CEO. Doesn't matter, What they own. Look 'em in the eye, Keep your word. Turn up early, Let your actions testify. cause Character...Ain't what you wear. It's what you leave, When you're no longer there. [Final Verse] Now when people, Say your name... They don't remember the bottle... Or the pain. They remember the bloke Who made everyone Feel seen. The laugh. The handshake.the kindness. all the in-betweens The way a whole town felt like home because you Were on the scene. You survived a war That followed you for the rest of your life. But somehow...you still taught us that every person Has the same worth. Maybe That's what A real hero is. Not someone Who came home without scars... but Someone Who carried them...near and far And still loved others for who they are So here's to you... Cobber. Your war Ends here. Your kindness... Lives on, without the fear [Outro] (Harmonica alone. Vinyl crackle. One final guitar chord.)
