Coming Down The Barkly

Intro
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Comin' down the Barkly, I was stirrin' up the dust
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Was going to be in Isa by dinner time or bust
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Hadn't had no sleep and I was weary to the bone
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When the offsider tyre busted, I was many miles from home

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There among the spinifex I stood and cursed my luck

But that never changed no tyre, so I crawled beneath the truck
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Daybreak on the Barkly could be a dreamy scene
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But beneath the load of cattle is not the place for dreams. Hmmm

Interlude
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My eyes were full of bulldust I had cow muck in my hair
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Busted up my finger, wrestlin' with the spare
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Oh, I thought I'd have a cuppa, but the thermos was a wreck
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Then I couldn't find my matches to light a cigarette

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So, I told the world my troubles in language very foul

But all I got for answer was the bellow from a cow
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And I thought of happy hours just a-lazing on a horse
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behind a mob of cattle on a western water course

Interlude
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Oh, I cursed the day the truckies pushed the drover o'er the hill
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For I’d be sittin' pretty if I was drovin' still.
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But those droving' days are over now and I'm a truckie too
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And I've gotta get to Isa I've another load to do.

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Yes, I cursed the day the truckies pushed the drover o'er the hill

For I’d be sittin' pretty if I was a-drovin' still.
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But those droving' days are over now and I'm a truckie too
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And I've gotta get to Isa I've another load to do.

Outro
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