Jaguar You’re The Bloody Best

Old Mate

(Dark Country / Whiskey Myers / Cody Jinks style)

Verse 1

There’s a jaguar on a stone tonight,
Shinin’ in the cold moonlight,
A hundred roads behind your eyes,
Fifty cars and a thousand rides.

You never walked where the safe men stood,
You chased the dream when you knew you should,
Built a life with your bare two hands,
For your wife, your boys, this family land.

Pre-Chorus

Five months, they said, was all you’d see,
But stubborn men don’t leave that easily,
You looked at Mum and quietly said,
“I’m stayin’ here as long as I can.”

Chorus

You were my hero, my old mate,
Strong enough to bend the hand of fate,
Big opinions, bigger heart,
Held this whole family together from the start.

And every hug was fuel for the soul,
Every lesson made a broken boy whole,
Now there’s an empty chair where you used to be,
But your voice still rides these memories.

Verse 2

Friday nights and Blockbuster aisles,
Ten VHS tapes and a kid’s wide smile,
Curled up safe in “the nest” you made,
The kind of love that never fades.

“Bonsaiiiii!” through the lounge room air,
Karate Kid and not a care,
Fishing boats and wedding cars,
Battery swaps beneath churchyard stars.

Verse 3

You painted walls and dressed shop fronts,
Said “Yes” before you knew you could,
Turned courage into thirty years,
And built a life from grit and good.

When the motor died and the storm rolled in,
You MacGyvered hope with a shoelace string,
And every time life knocked you down,
You’d laugh and build it back again.

Chorus

You were my hero, my old mate,
Strong enough to bend the hand of fate,
Big opinions, bigger heart,
Held this whole family together from the start.

And every hug was fuel for the soul,
Every lesson made a broken boy whole,
Now there’s an empty chair where you used to be,
But your voice still rides these memories.

Bridge

“Bring the bin to the rubbish, son,”
Work smarter when the work gets done,
And steak should look like a bushfire tree,
That’s exactly how you’d cook for me.

Christmas lunch and family noise,
A proud old man and his three boys,
You were the glue we never saw,
Till the day we had to let you go.

Final Chorus

You were my hero, my old mate,
The toughest man I ever knew firsthand,
Cancer came but it couldn’t steal,
The kind of love that a family feels.

I held your hand as you slipped away,
Told you I loved you that final day,
And though this world feels colder now,
I still see your smile somehow.

Outro

So rest easy, old mate, the fight is done,
Your work is finished, your race is run,
And somewhere beyond these western skies,
I know you’re drivin’ Jaguars through paradise.

Yeah, we love you mate… always and forever…

You’re the bloody best.