Rhodie Cologne
Oh oh Rhodie cologne
Oh how I miss that Rhodie cologne
At times I would sacrifice all that I own
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
It's the smell of the first rain and strong citronella
And musky potato bush hanging at night
The match on tobacco, the old timer lights
As he cups his old sun-battered hands round his pipe
The aroma of dung of cattle and hogs
Matabele ants, leather and horses and dogs
It's the short diesel puff that the old tractor burps
And it's with mixed with the smell of wet earth as it works
Oh oh Rhodie cologne
Oh how I miss that Rhodie cologne
At times I would sacrifice all that I own
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
It's bicycle tyres and blankets and candles
And meal and kapenta and red lifebuoy soap
And garlic and curry that hangs on the breath
Of the trader whose shop is unique and remote
It's the sour smell of sweat
All mixed up with beer
That oozes from workers whenever they're near
On hangover Mondays when heads feel so bad
And they speak without words of the binges they had
Oh oh Rhodie cologne
Oh how I miss that Rhodie cologne
At times I would sacrifice all that I own
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
It's bushfire smoke at the side of the road
As it flows in the car windows as you drive through
Wors on the barney coals, crispy black sadza
That clings to the pot and grooty and juice
It's the fumes of the smoke from a mosquito coil
And camp coffee fragrance mixed up with gun oil
And the smell of the mud when the river is down
And rotting Marulas that lie on the ground
Oh oh Rhodie cologne
Oh how I miss that Rhodie cologne
At times I would sacrifice all that I own
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
Oh oh Rhodie cologne
Oh how I miss that Rhodie cologne
At times I would sacrifice all that I own
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
Just for a whiff of that Rhodie cologne
Just for a sniff of that Rhodie cologne