| The Late George Woolnough worked on High Street, lived on manners
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| Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda, made his saddles
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| And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs
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| You’d just ask the saddler, he lived without sin
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| They’re building a library for him
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| Time is a traveler
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| Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
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| Ride again, Jackeroo
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| Think I see kangaroo up ahead
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| The son of George Woolnough went off and got married and had a war baby
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| Though something went wrong and it’s easier to drink than go crazy
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| And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
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| George had no answers about why his son ever had need of a gun
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| Time is a traveler
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| Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
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| Ride again jackeroo
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| Think I see kangaroo up ahead
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| The grandson of George has been all around the world
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| And lives no special place
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| He changed his last name and he married a girl with an interesting face
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| He’d almost forgotten them both because in the life that he leads
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| There’s no place for George and his library or the son with the gun
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| To belong except in this song
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| Tim is a meddler
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| Tenterfield saddler, make your bed
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| Fly again cockatoo
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| Down on the ground, emu up ahead
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| Time is a traveler
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| Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
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| Ride again jackeroo
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| Think I see kangaroo up ahead
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| Time is a traveler
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| Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
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| Ride again jackeroo
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| Think I see kangaroo up ahead
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| Time is a tale-teller
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| Tenterfield saddler, make your bed |