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What am I doing here? |
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On the banks of the Diamantina |
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Where only skinny dingoes and horny lizards go |
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The moon is loud and clear |
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Like the notes on m' concertina |
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I'll play another drovin' song the white owl wouldn't know |
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Forty years been drovin', no woman by my side |
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No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride |
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But the sun can sure get angry as it burns you from the ground |
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One day those skinny dingoes can drag my bones around |
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Channel country, gibber plains, tablelands I know |
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And then there's gentle sand dunes where little Mallees grow |
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There's a friendly campfire everywhere I go |
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I'll play another drovin' song the white owl wouldn't know |
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So see you later Birdsville, you're far too flash for me |
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While the beer was cold and yummy from here it's Billy Tea |
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The mob is keen on movin' and that's sounds good to me |
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Good feed they reckon southbound, we're heading for Marree |
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Forty years been drovin', no woman by my side |
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No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride |
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But the flies can drive you crazy and the wind can get you down |
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But you won't find me lingerin' or hanging round this town |