| Tania:
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| A city girl is happy with her friends and family life
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| Appreciates a wine with him at night
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| She tries to find the sparkle she searches but its gone
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| With lots of love she hopes hell be alright
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| Her man has gone all quiet he’s not at ease
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| He doesn’t feel at home he’s hard to please
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| He gets itchy feet he’s tired of noises in the street
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| He needs to walk for hours through the trees
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| No a bushman can’t survive on city lights
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| Opera, rock and roll and party pies
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| His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
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| Shimmers down the inland river flow
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| Out there where the yellow belly bite
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| Lee:
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| He’s working with his hands today
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| On a building site
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| He can smell the cypress on the floor
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| Takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines
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| No shearing no ploughing anymore
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| His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep
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| Tired of searching gardens for the sheep
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| His master doesn’t whistle tunes he’s not in the mood
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| His love for open spaces runs to deep
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| No a bushman can’t survive on city lights
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| Opera, rock and roll and party pies
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| His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
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| Shimmers down the inland river flow
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| Out there where the yellow belly bite
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| Tania:
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| He tries to please his woman the lady of his life
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| He’s standing at a party with a plate
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| She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon
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| An old familiar face he can relate
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| No a bushman can’t survive on city lights
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| Opera, rock and roll and party pies
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| His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
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| Shimmers down the inland river flow
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| Out there where the yellow belly bite
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| His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
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| Shimmers down the inland river flow
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| Out there where the yellow belly bite |