| I was born up in the mountains out where the snakes grow legs
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| Where the wallabies all speak English and the kookaburras lay square eggs
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| I shaved my beard and whiskers off at the ripe old age of two
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| And then I straightened out my dad and drank his best home brew
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| Oh I’m a truthful fella I was born in Broken Hill
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| I’ve never told a falsehood and you bet I never will
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| Now once when I was a flyer and in my aeroplane
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| I flew out west to Birdsville then I started back again
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| When I got half way over the blasted motor balked
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| So I left the jolly thing stuck up there and I just got out and walked
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| Oh I’m a truthful fella I was born in Broken Hill
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| I’ve never told a falsehood and you bet I never will
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| Now once when I was fishing up north in Kakadu
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| By crocodiles I was captured and those scalies ate my crew
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| But I downed a bottle of OP rum that really is good stuff
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| Then the crocodiles all swam away because I looked to tough
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| Oh I’m a truthful fella I was born in Broken Hill
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| I’ve never told a falsehood and you bet I never will
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| Once more when I was fishing out on the ocean blue
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| I had a prawn upon my line he was such a beauty too
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| But a whale came up and grabbed the bait and I said immediately heres a show
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| And I would have got that whale you see but the bloody old prawn let go
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| Oh I’m a truthful fella I was born in Broken Hill
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| I’ve never told a falsehood and you bet I never will
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| Oh I was raised up in the mountains out where the snakes grow legs
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| Where the wallabies all speak English and the kookaburras lay square eggs
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| And if you don’t believe me you can ask my uncle peach
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| He drove a herd of cattle once to Tassie round the beach yeah
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| Oh I’m a truthful fella I was born in Broken Hill
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| I’ve never told a falsehood and you bet I never will |