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I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed
Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals Maybe we will learn what's written in the sand A thousand generations living off the land I'll sing you the waters, runnin' through the town Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down The Outback is impossible, forever and it's free No way can I find an end to what it means to me The Outback I'll sing you the miners, steel and coal Opals and diamonds, silver and gold Emeralds and sapphires, I wish for you Holes in the outback, down below There's lakes and there's rivers, caves to be found And there's another landscape underground I'll sing you the waters runnin' through the town Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down The backbone of the women who fight on and on The healing of the sunset when all is said and done The Outback is impossible, forever and it's free No way can I find an end to what it means to me To what it means to me The Outback |
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I'm into cattle, my Father was too
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought But you can't always plan how the future turns out Life's gettin' harder to make what we need With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide How other folks live, get a job learn a trade Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range In a matter of seconds the colours all change From gold down to violet the soul has been burned And I understand fully why they have returned Cause I'm into cattle, my Father was too From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight We work hard, we play hard and we sleep well at night Oh, six generations where camels run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
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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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Hey true blue dont say your gone say your knocked off for a smoko and you'll be back later on. Hey true blue, Hey true blue. you can turn me straight, face to face, are you really disappearing, just another dying race. Hey true blue, true blue, is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, hey true blue can you bear the load will you tie it up with wire just to keep the show on the road, Hey true blue, Hey true blue. now be fair dinkum, is your heart still there, if they sell us up like sponge cake do you really care, Hey true blue, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when shes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite, True blue, True blue.
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