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Will you ever stop singing Chad, old mate |
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Do you think you might retire |
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Lie right back in grandpa's chair |
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In front of the open fire |
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When you reach the 70's, Chad |
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I thought that might be it |
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You're just like a young bloke |
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Champing at the bit |
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I'll never retire John, old mate |
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This stage I'll never leave |
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I'll push out another song, old mate |
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As long as I can breathe |
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As long as there's a sunrise |
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I'll always tune me throat |
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As long as the fish are biting, mate |
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I'll never leave the boat |
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Ah that's what it's like to be a Country Balladeer |
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It'll never up and leave you lonely |
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There's nothing new about it |
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It's like old Uluru |
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So don't you go changing, mate |
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I'll thump you if you do |
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Do you think you'll drop the guitar, John |
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Leave it in the case |
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Head into the hills and disappear without a trace |
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If you reach a hundred albums, mate |
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They'll tell you that's enough |
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No you'll be just the same as me |
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And I don't give a stuff |
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You've hit the nail on the head, Chad |
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You've got me to a tee |
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I'm part of the guitar |
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And it's a part of me |
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No matter where I go, Chad |
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I've got it in the ute |
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Call me one-track minded |
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I don't give a hoot |
