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by John Williamson |
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Real country people in their prime, |
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Livin' in New South on Queensland time |
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He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep, |
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Likes raisin' children, don't get much sleep |
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On the shady big verandah, with his hardworking wife, |
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Three young sidekicks, |
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It's a way of life. |
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Some years they make it, some years they don't |
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Sometimes the creek flows, sometimes it won't |
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Sometimes he's mean, he's got a gun |
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When the ewes are lambing he's got pigs on the run |
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Out in the lignum, on the water course |
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You could lose a pig dog, you could lose a horse. |
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Think you oughta know the channel's coming through |
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Wipin' out the bushland and the kangaroo |
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Greedy men with water rights to neutralise the land |
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When's it gonna stop I just don't understand. |
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With cotton in their ears and dollars in their eyes |
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Their banker grins and our country dies. |
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They love the bush, they grow the wool |
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They respect the land and it's beautiful |
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Blue Bonnets, Leatherheads and Red-Back Wrens |
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Bower Birds, Ring Necks and Water Hens |
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Red Wings and Red Tailed Black Cockatoos Think of all the rainbows we could lose |
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Real country people in their prime |
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Livin' in New South on Queensland time |
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He's a stockman likes raisin' sheep, |
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Likes raisin' children, don't get much sleep |
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On the shady big verandah with his hard workin' wife |
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Three young side kicks, |
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It's a way of life. |
