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A city girl is happy with her friends and family life |
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Appreciates a wine with him at night |
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She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it's gone |
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With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright |
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Her man has gone all quiet he's not at ease |
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He doesn't feel at home he's hard to please |
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He gets itchy feet he's tired of noises in the street |
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He needs to walk for hours through the trees |
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CHORUS |
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No a bushman can't survive on city lights |
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Opera rock and roll and height of heights |
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His moon shines on the silver brigalow |
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Shimmers down the inland river flow |
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Out there where the yellow belly bites |
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He's working with his hands today on a building site |
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He can smell the Cypress on the floor |
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It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines |
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No shearin' no ploughin' anymore |
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His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep |
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Sick of searchin' gardens for the sheep |
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His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood |
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His love for open spaces runs too deep |
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CHORUS |
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He tries to please his woman the lady of his life |
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He's standing at a party with a plate |
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She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon |
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An old familiar face he can relate |
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CHORUS |
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His moon shines on the silver brigalow |
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Shimmers down the inand river |
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Out there where the yellow belly bites |
