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Where is the glory when war is won
A man hits the bottle and belts his son So I ran away to the Cattle Run Where I learned to fight and swallow rum And I learned to go barefoot you see Just like an Aborigine For one of their tribe belonged to me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . But I could not marry the girl I adore Black and white was against the law They chain you up to a Boab Tree For kissing an Aborigine But a ringer's heart is immune to pain A bull rips your leg and you carry on You clench your teeth and you cry alone And ride for a week till the poison's gone Oooh . . . But me and my dog we're not alone The Pension provides us with beef and a bone I've given up drifting and drinking rum We're up and about before the sun And I can still quarter a beast in a dash Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash And I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . Yes I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley |
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by John Williamson
She had her back to him As he walked in through the door He'd been down in the forest He said, "I cut me a walkin' stick palm Down by the stingin' tree Never thought I'd see the day I'd need one" She said, "The real estate people came again today I made them a pot of tea They said we'd fetch a million dollars For our little old 'Rosewood Hill' I guess they thought we might consider What would we do with a million When we own paradise Buy us an acre of sand You tell those eager beavers They won't be talkin' to me This paradise is not for sale" He's the last of the old cow cockies Up there in the clouds Wouldn't white-coast gold shoes love to get Their hands on his land Smell the crispy bacon Spit and crackle on the fry The promise of a brand new day Shake the cloudy blanket And throw it to the sky The valley takes your breath away The crows are perched and waitin' The family dreams of gold Surely soon the old man will fade away |
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Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold
We've just come out of the mulga where the plains forever roll And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes And a shower has changed the lustre of his land And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me Everlasting daisies and the beautiful desert rose Where does their beauty come from, heaven knows I could ask the wedgetail, but he's away too high I wonder if he understands, it's wonderful to fly And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me It cannot be described with a picture The mesmerising colours of the Olgas Or the grandeur of the rock Uluru has power And it's raining on the rock, in a beautiful country And I'm proud to travel this big land, like an Aborigine And it's raining on the rock, what an almighty sight to see And I'm wishing on a postcard, that you were here with me |
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