| My legs are kind of bowed from horses that I’ve rode
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| Through the salt bush and the sand
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| I’ve got that rock’n’rollin' beat from this rollin' saddle seat
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| Because I live in the never never land
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| I cooee out a song my pony jogs along
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| And he just seems to understand
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| I was born for the open life free from worries of a wife
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| Away out in the never never land
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| From drovin' on the track i’m nearly sunburnt black
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| And when the duststorms blow the sand
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| My language then is worse, unquenchable my thirst
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| From Livin' in the never never land
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| I’ve never travelled down to all your high class towns
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| Because I’m right just where I am
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| Our town’s a pub and general store, what’s the use of any more
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| Away out in the never never land.
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| I love the fun that goes with all the rodeos
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| When everyones out to show their brand
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| And if you’re thrown from a steer well there’s not a thing to fear
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| The boys will always dig you from the sand
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| I go for sweet romance at the rodeo dance
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| As we’re swingin' to the ragtime band
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| And when the boys are full of brew there might be a fight or two
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| Still we’re cobbers in the never never land
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| My legs are kind of bowed from horses that I’ve rode
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| Through the salt bush and the sand,
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| I’ve got that rock’n’rollin' beat from this rollin' saddle seat
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| Because I live in the never never, live in the never never
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| live in the never never land |