| What am I doing here?
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| On the banks of the Diamantina
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| Where only skinny dingoes and horny lizards go
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| The moon is loud and clear
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| Like the notes on m' concertina
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| I’ll play another drovin' song the white owl wouldn’t know
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| Forty years been drovin', no woman by my side
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| No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride
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| But the sun can sure get angry as it burns you from the ground
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| One day those skinny dingoes can drag my bones around
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| Channel country, gibber plains, tablelands I know
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| And then there’s gentle sand dunes where little Mallees grow
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| There’s a friendly campfire everywhere I go
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| I’ll play another drovin' song the white owl wouldn’t know
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| So see you later Birdsville, you’re far too flash for me
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| While the beer was cold and yummy from here it’s Billy Tea
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| The mob is keen on movin' and that’s sounds good to me
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| Good feed they reckon southbound, we’re heading for Marree
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| Forty years been drovin', no woman by my side
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| No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride
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| But the flies can drive you crazy and the wind can get you down
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| But you won’t find me lingerin' or hanging round this town |