| Wouldn’t you like to ride along a country road
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| I’ll give you a gentle push
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| I swell with pride to see the countryside
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| When I wander aimlessly through the bush
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| 'Cause that’s where I get my music
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| And that’s where I live my life
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| You can call me a jolly swagman if you like
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| Call it humpin' my bluey, I reckon that’s the style
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| So why don’t you climb aboard with me, along the road a while
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| Been workin' in the big smoke, singin' at the pub
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| I talk to people everywhere — they still love the scrub
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| Longing for a piece of land and the Eucalyptus air
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| So why don’t you come with me, I’ll take you there
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| Maybe we’ll find a shack somewhere
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| Plant an avocado tree
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| With fences only to deep out the cows
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| Share a dream with me
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| I’ve spent some time in your town, at every waterhole
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| 'Cause I must drink a big brown land to quench a thirsty soul
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| From W. A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains
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| Through cattle, sheep and hills of golden grain
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| The snow on Kosciusko
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| My friends in the Territory
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| Springtime in Tasmania, it all belongs to me |