A city girl is happy with her friends and family life Appreciates a wine with him at night She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it's gone
Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box woman, You know those old things only make you cry. When you dream upon that little bunny rug It makes
Teary eyes at the window, Where did Mum and Dad go? I wish someone would hurry up and come and get me, Gee I'm scared The cat shot through, She saw the
I took her home, in my E.K She's chewin' on Juicy Fruit I'm chewin' on P.K Got one hand on the wheel 'n' arm around her neck The other hand goin' down
Just layin' with my lady on a houseboat in the sun Can't hear the city hummin', and I'm feelin' good With a belly full of oysters and some white wine
was in a pram Some places may be greener, but I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm Fair Dinkum, bloody oath I am. Now I was in the doctor's just the other
Where is the glory when war is won A man hits the bottle and belts his son So I ran away to the Cattle Run Where I learned to fight and swallow rum
Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill, Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find
Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain't got no wings "Aren't you jealous
Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold, We've just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll. And Albert Namatjira has painted all the
Now's not the time for wailin' While there's water in the river We'll all lay down and cry when it's gone I'll be a jackass and laugh at every sunrise
I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of
proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide How other folks live,
Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone Say you've knocked off for a smoko And you'll be back later on Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue Give it to me straight
Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls
This guitar only sings the way I play it, It's part of me, just like another arm It started out as a little ukulele, When I was just a boy on the farm
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come
There's a rose bush in the garden Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of
