| I sing abaout the things I see around me
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| The beauty of Australia that surrounds me
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| I sing in songs about this sunburnt land
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| Especially for the ones who understand
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| I sing about the people that I know
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| and a song about the places where I go
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| When I sing about the beauty that astounds me
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| Oh I just sing about the things I see around me
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| I sing about a ringer they called Trumby
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| How the man from Snowy River wheeled the brumby
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| I sing of towns a thousand miles from here
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| And the poor pub that ran right out of beer
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| I sing about the folks that battled drought
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| In that hard dry country further out
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| When I sing about their courage that astounds me
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| I just singing about the folk I see around me
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| I sing about the old retired drover
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| And the transport men whose trucking days are over
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| I sing about the Golden Mile
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| And the people who are living anthill style
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| I sing about the hardships and the strife
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| The battling man must suffer in this life
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| When I tell you all their stories that astoune you
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| I just talk about the folk you see around you
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| I sing abaout the things I see around me
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| The beauty of Australia that surrounds me
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| I sing in songs about this sunburnt land
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| Especially for the ones who understand
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| I sing about the people that I know
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| and a song about the places where I go
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| When I sing about the beauty that astounds me
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| Oh I just sing about the things I see around me |