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The Late George Woolnough worked on High Street, lived on manners |
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Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda, made his saddles |
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And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs |
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You'd just ask the saddler, he lived without sin |
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They're building a library for him |
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Time is a traveler |
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Tenterfield saddler, turn your head |
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Ride again, Jackeroo |
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Think I see kangaroo up ahead |
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The son of George Woolnough went off and got married and had a war baby |
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Though something went wrong and it's easier to drink than go crazy |
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And if there were questions about why the end was so sad |
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George had no answers about why his son ever had need of a gun |
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Time is a traveler |
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Tenterfield saddler, turn your head |
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Ride again jackeroo |
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Think I see kangaroo up ahead |
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The grandson of George has been all around the world |
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And lives no special place |
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He changed his last name and he married a girl with an interesting face |
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He'd almost forgotten them both because in the life that he leads |
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There's no place for George and his library or the son with the gun |
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To belong except in this song |
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Tim is a meddler |
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Tenterfield saddler, make your bed |
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Fly again cockatoo |
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Down on the ground, emu up ahead |
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Time is a traveler |
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Tenterfield saddler, turn your head |
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Ride again jackeroo |
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Think I see kangaroo up ahead |
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Time is a traveler |
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Tenterfield saddler, turn your head |
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Ride again jackeroo |
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Think I see kangaroo up ahead |
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Time is a tale-teller |
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Tenterfield saddler, make your bed |