| Sun’s so high, waterhole’s dry
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| I wanna give up, but I don’t know why
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| Sun’s so hot that meat cooks in the shade
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| Saw a lamb and it was choking on death
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| It’s mother kicked, and broken it’s neck
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| I never seen blood and milk mixed so divine
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| I never seen such beauty so malign
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| Brother said Bourbon never done me good
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| Neither did a face full of campfire soot
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| Them burning Alport coals sting like a bitch
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| I catch a lift on the last bus home
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| To the end of the line for the coppers I own
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| I get thrown off, hit on, beat up before I drown
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| In the murky backwaters I lay my body down
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| Fifty stars above my head, and
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| Thirteen scars run through my chest
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| Blue and red blood fuck up my veins
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| Blackened eyes, and a purple nose
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| I’ve got missing teeth, got a lot of those
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| Oh Marygold, you’ve never done me no harm
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| Oh Marygold, in debt to you
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| Don’t ever wanna say the things I’ve thought of you
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| Oh Marygold, I wrote you a love song |