| Where is the glory when war is won
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| A man hits the bottle and belts his son
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| So I ran away to the Cattle Run
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| Where I learned to fight and swallow rum
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| And I learned to go barefoot you see
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| Just like an Aborigine
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| For one of their tribe belonged to me
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| The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley
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| Oooh. |
| ..
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| But I could not marry the girl I adore
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| Black and white was against the law
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| They chain you up to a Boab Tree
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| For kissing an Aborigine
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| But a ringer’s heart is immune to pain
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| A bull rips your leg and you carry on
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| You clench your teeth and you cry alone
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| And ride for a week till the poison’s gone
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| Oooh. |
| ..
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| But me and my dog we’re not alone
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| The Pension provides us with beef and a bone
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| I’ve given up drifting and drinking rum
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| We’re up and about before the sun
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| And I can still quarter a beast in a dash
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| Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash
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| And I still dream of the one for me
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| The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley
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| Oooh. |
| ..
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| Yes I still dream of the one for me
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| The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley |