[Style: Outlaw country, gritty acoustic guitar, slow driving rhythm, gravelly vocals] [Verse 1] [E] Out on the Warwick Highway, under a pitch-black sky [A] The tank was running empty, and my throat was bone-dry [B7] Saw a neon glow ahead, through the midnight haze [E] A mobile hot pie van, burning through the daze [Verse 2] [E] I pulled that old rig over, looking for some tucker [A] Just a hungry highway man, a tired old mother trucker [B7] Stepped up to the window, to see what they were baking [E] But the sight inside that van had my boots a-shaking [Chorus] [A] Oh, Warrakluker, what did you see that night? [E] Three men in the shadows, under the pale moonlight [B7] Looking like the Klan, serving up the gravy [E] Warrakluker, man, it drove you nearly crazy [Verse 3] [E] Three blokes behind the counter, staring down the line [A] Didn't look like bakers making pies at midnight time [B7] You swore they wore the hoods, you swore you saw the sign [E] You grabbed your hot potato pie and left 'em all behind [Chorus] [A] Oh, Warrakluker, what did you see that night? [E] Three men in the shadows, under the pale moonlight [B7] Looking like the Klan, serving up the gravy [E] Warrakluker, man, it drove you nearly crazy [Bridge] [C#m] We were ten beers deep when you told the tale [A] Laughing so damn hard, our faces turning pale [B7] A drunken midnight stupour, a nickname born in sin [B7] Every time we have a drink, we live it all again [Guitar Solo] [E] [A] [B7] [E] [Chorus] [A] Oh, Warrakluker, what did you see that night? [E] Three men in the shadows, under the pale moonlight [B7] Looking like the Klan, serving up the gravy [E] Warrakluker, man, it drove you nearly crazy [Outro] [E] Yeah, the Warwick Highway ghost story... [A] Just a hot pie van... [B7] Keep on driving, Warrakluker... [E] Keep on driving, mate. [Fade out on a low E chord]
