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Where is the glory when war is won |
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A man hits the bottle and belts his son |
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So I ran away to the cattle run |
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Where I learned to fight and swallow rum |
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And I learned to go bare foot you see |
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Just like an Aborigine |
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For one of their tribe belonged to me |
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The prettiest girl in the Kimberley |
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But I could not marry the girl I adore |
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Black and white was against the law |
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They chain you up to a Boab tree |
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For kissing an Aborigine |
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But a ringer's heart is immune to pain |
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A bull rips your leg and you carry on |
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You grit your teeth and you cry alone |
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And ride for a week 'till the poison's gone |
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But me and my dog we're not alone |
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The pension provides us with beef and bone |
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I've given up driftin' and drinking rum |
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We're up and about before the sun |
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And I can still quarter a beast in a dash |
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Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash |
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And I still dream of the one for me |
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The prettiest girl in the Kimberley |