| Well I rubbed the dirt all down
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| And I washed away six aching days
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| And my shoes all slick and spit
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| And my singlet fresh and my sideburns shaved
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| As I turn from the mirror
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| And I open my first beer since yesterday
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| Danny brings the Bedford round
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| A three-ton girl with a ten-foot tray
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| And she knows the way to town
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| So we kiss goodbye to two weeks' pay
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| Now the leaves are shaking
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| And the stars are all waking from the day
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| Big wheel turning (turning all night)
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| Big light burning (burning so bright)
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| Downright foolish but that’s alright
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| It’s only forty miles to Saturday night!
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| There’s a place on Fortune Street
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| And a band down there called Gunga Din
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| And Joanne from Miner’s Creek
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| She said that she’d be back again
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| She lives out on the station
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| And she works on my imagination
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| Big wheel turning (turning all night)
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| Big light burning (burning so bright)
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| Downright foolish but that’s alright
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| It’s only forty miles to Saturday night! |