| Ridin' around on the tractor
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| Sowing oats into a paddock
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| Living life like a country man
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| I’m praying for rain like all the others
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| They say you reap what you sow
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| But I’m already ready to go
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| Now that I am seen to be tragic
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| And as I jump
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| On the road out of town, I’m feeling good
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| I know where I went wrong, my head is clear
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| I’ve drawn fresh air back into my lungs
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| Making a stew in Nem’s kitchen
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| She doesn’t know what to think of it
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| Don’t stress out, I like to cook
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| The modern model with a cookbook
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| I think it’s about time for me to go now
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| This is not my life, I can see you twitching
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| Rain clouds roll in
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| The sound of rain, my cue to exit
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| And as I jump
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| On the road out of town, I’m feeling good
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| I know where I went wrong, my head is clear
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| I’ve drawn fresh air back into my lungs
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| As I jump
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| On the road out of town, I’m feeling good
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| I know where I went wrong, my head is clear
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| I’ve drawn fresh air back into my lungs
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| All the streets look pretty
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| As I walk back into Melbourne
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| My head is clear now
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| I’ve breathed in that country air |