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by John Williamson |
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Wouldn't you like to ride along a country road |
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I'll give you a gentle push |
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I swell with pride to see the countryside |
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When I wander aimlessly through the bush |
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'Cause that's where I get my music |
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And that's where I live my life |
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You can call me a jolly swagman if you like |
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Call it humpin' my bluey,I reckon that's the style |
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So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while |
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Been workin' in the big smoke, singin' at the pub |
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I talk to people everywhere - they still love the scrub |
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Longing for a piece of land and the Eucalyptus air |
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So why don't you come with me, I'll take you there |
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Maybe we'll find a shack somewhere |
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Plant an avocado tree |
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With fences only to deep out the cows |
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Share a dream with me |
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I've spent some time in your town, at every waterhole |
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'Cause I must drink a big brown land to quench a thirsty soul |
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From W.A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains |
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Through cattle, sheep and hills of golden grain |
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The snow on Kosciusko |
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My friends in the Territory |
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Springtime in Tasmania, it all belongs to me |
