| Will you ever stop singing Chad, old mate
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| Do you think you might retire
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| Lie right back in grandpa’s chair
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| In front of the open fire
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| When you reach the 70's, Chad
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| I thought that might be it
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| You’re just like a young bloke
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| Champing at the bit
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| I’ll never retire John, old mate
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| This stage I’ll never leave
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| I’ll push out another song, old mate
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| As long as I can breathe
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| As long as there’s a sunrise
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| I’ll always tune me throat
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| As long as the fish are biting, mate
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| I’ll never leave the boat
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| Ah that’s what it’s like to be a Country Balladeer
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| It’ll never up and leave you lonely
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| There’s nothing new about it
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| It’s like old Uluru
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| So don’t you go changing, mate
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| I’ll thump you if you do
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| Do you think you’ll drop the guitar, John
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| Leave it in the case
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| Head into the hills and disappear without a trace
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| If you reach a hundred albums, mate
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| They’ll tell you that’s enough
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| No you’ll be just the same as me
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| And I don’t give a stuff
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| You’ve hit the nail on the head, Chad
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| You’ve got me to a tee
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| I’m part of the guitar
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| And it’s a part of me
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| No matter where I go, Chad
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| I’ve got it in the ute
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| Call me one-track minded
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| I don’t give a hoot |