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Australian story
I'm headed down this hiking trail
I've strapped on my old backpack
I'm trading all of the city lights
For the Australian bushman's track
A country boy back in the bush
In the dust and flies outback
Thunder then starts rollin in
As the lightning sends a crack
Country folk are all down to earth
And always got a descent yarn
Many have lost all they've owned
As a bushfire has no alarm
Australian farmers need a fair go
As the droughts are so harsh and dry
Then along comes another bushfire
Just to add another tear to their eye
Picking fields and droving cattle
Mustering the great outback
From a rodeo to a country show
A stockyard whip then goes crack
There are many fire-fighters and volunteers
Hard Yakka and Akubra hart
Working hard and drinking beer
In an ancient country that's sacred to the red yellow and black.
© #johnny75
I've strapped on my old backpack
I'm trading all of the city lights
For the Australian bushman's track
A country boy back in the bush
In the dust and flies outback
Thunder then starts rollin in
As the lightning sends a crack
Country folk are all down to earth
And always got a descent yarn
Many have lost all they've owned
As a bushfire has no alarm
Australian farmers need a fair go
As the droughts are so harsh and dry
Then along comes another bushfire
Just to add another tear to their eye
Picking fields and droving cattle
Mustering the great outback
From a rodeo to a country show
A stockyard whip then goes crack
There are many fire-fighters and volunteers
Hard Yakka and Akubra hart
Working hard and drinking beer
In an ancient country that's sacred to the red yellow and black.
© #johnny75
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