| I’ve travelled across the country
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| On every beaten track
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| From the sugar cane to the Nullabor Plain
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| And I’ve been to Burke and back
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| But there’s nothing I like better
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| Just before Australia Day
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| Than heading down the New England Highway
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| Got my boots on, got my hat on
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| Got my old guitar and a new song
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| For a week I’ll be where I belong
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| With the big stars, Golden Guitars
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| Dream will be ours some day
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| Cruising the New England Highway
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| They’ll be busking down on Peel Street
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| Looking for a lucky break
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| There’s the chook man and the one man band
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| And Slim Dusty’s in the Cavalcade
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| There’s nothing I like better
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| Just before Australia Day
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| Than heading down the New England Highway |