| Over the hills and the valleys,
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| Over the mountains and plains
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| The grass is brown and withered,
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| Everything is crying out for rain
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| The sunrise is like a big fireball,
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| And sets in the west just the same
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| Dry weather wind you keep a blowin',
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| dry weather wind why don’t you change?
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| Oh oh oh dry weather wind you keep a blowin',
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| Dry weather wind you bring me pain
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| We don’t need you but you’re hangin' around,
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| When we so badly need the rain
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| There’s a big cloud of smoke over yonder
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| And the haze is thick on hill and plain
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| Dark man called you willy willy,
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| But I just called you old dry weather wind
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| The stockman with keen eye is watching,
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| The storm clouds that might bring up some rain
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| He knows that his stock will soon be dying,
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| The waterhole is just a boggy drain
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| He knows that his hopes are gettin' slimmer;
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| It seems that he can never win
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| You’re sure to fan up a bushfire,
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| why don’t you change old dry weather wind
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| Oh oh oh dry weather wind you keep a blowin',
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| Dry weather wind you bring me pain
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| We don’t need you but you’re hangin' around,
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| When we so badly need the rain
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| There’s a big cloud of smoke over yonder
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| And the haze is thick on hill and plain
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| Dark man called you willy willy,
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| But I just called you old dry weather wind
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| Yes I just called you old dry weather wind |