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Tears On The Phone `Colin Buchanan`

You dropped me off You turned away I asked should I leave or should I stay You didn't know The baby cried No more to say We kissed goodbye Both trying so hard not to show The desperation just

When it rained `Colin Buchanan`

He moved away to college And he made some city friends Who’d only seen in picture books What he’d done on the land And the lazy small-town goings-on Seemed to lose their glow But once it’s in your

Thinking of You `Colin Buchanan`

The rain drifted onto the range from the west The town took a shower that settled the dust And the last of the sun was just breaking through ... When I started thinking of you ... 2.

Kurrajong `Colin Buchanan`

In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron I can hear the roar of footy on a Saturday afternoon Kurrajong’s got his slippers on and he sips a mug of coffee And he’s glad to share the

Come What May `Colin Buchanan`

were kids who’d never seen the rain in Grenfell And everyone was wondering just when the drought would break And as each dusty day went by We watched the stock curl up & die But we weren’t about to

Edge of the Kimberley `Colin Buchanan`

Take the Sunset strip out of Timber Creek Past the boab tree and the rusty peak A couple of hours and you're going to be On the edge of the Kimberley Took a tinny on the Ord to Ivanhoe Barramundi

Hard Times `Colin Buchanan`

Nearly broke old Dom’s heart To choose the sheep And set them apart He heard the shots He just couldn’t watch Hard times on the land Ian ploughed the cabbages in Prices were bad He just couldn

Chook `Colin Buchanan`

Caught the train to Cootamundra Headed over to the waiting bus Twenty minutes to stretch the legs When this bloke rides up to us Twelve speed pushbike, kung-fu jacket The kiosk girl said, "Here comes

Jincumbilly `Colin Buchanan`

There's no train into Jincumbilly There's no cattle in the yard There's no shearers standing Smoking on the platform Taking in the sunshine with the guard There's no work gang there at Jincumbilly

The House on Fishy Lake Road `Colin Buchanan`

The house on Fishy Lake Road Stands on the brow of the hill Her timbers are weathered and grey Her rooms are empty and still No warmth from a welcoming fire Beckons this traveller home The wind

At Kalulah `Colin Buchanan`

It grew darker at Kalulah I could see the rain on Flat Rock Biggest storm in such a long time Birds were flying to their nests Chorus We've had some big storms lately There've been dark clouds

North Bourke Bridge `Colin Buchanan`

There’s sunshine in the south-east There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm The sleeping Bogan River Winds its gentle track And the locals said they knew that I’d be back

Silver Bullet `Colin Buchanan`

Set the yards up, dug a hole Rounded up the sheep Picked the ones that had to go It’d make a fella weep Food for dogs and a few loose coins CHORUS It was a simple plan to work this land But

The Local District Show `Colin Buchanan`

show Akubras, moleskins, ties and tinnies Trade and pleasure, booze and business All the experts ‘round the bar Will tell you where the best sheep are From Mumblebone or Old Ashrose?

Tough Job `Colin Buchanan`

Heading road trains west of the Warrego River Pigging in the lyginum on the Barcoo Drilling for oil in the Strezleki Desert Or shipping the wool clip out Pokataroo Chorus...

Adelago `Colin Buchanan`

Cockatoos call in the morning Surf crashes on the golden sand It's 5 hours from the dust and the paddocks On the edge of the big brown land He's missing that farm under Sugarloaf Mountain There's

Progress `Colin Buchanan`

I’ve seen the struggle of the daring ones Seen the work wrought with calloused hands Seen a world that clung so desperately In days that now have passed I’ve seen the rusting iron once so proud

Frank the Scab `Colin Buchanan`

Frank had 7 kids and a 20 stone wife They lived on the frowned on side of town A simple sort of life He’s had a council job since ‘74 Kept the food in the belly and the wolf from the door And gave

That Old Caravan `Colin Buchanan`

Oh sweet memories In that flaking paint and ply Oh those miles that rolled on by So hold her like you used to When the journey first began Side by side In that old caravan The day they got a flat

Singlets Blue `Colin Buchanan`

Grab your gear - it’s time to take a pen, Working out the western sheds again, From sheep to table, bin to bale Cockies work ‘em tooth and nail To the chuggin’ of the donk and the chattering blade

The Birdsville Races `Colin Buchanan`

in the scrub A sea of sozzled faces Pack your bag, hump your swag Out the back, down the track* To the Birdsville Races!

Here One Moment `Colin Buchanan`

I love this house I built this house We raised our children here The walls have shared the tumult In the passing of the years But we lost it all last Saturday In the crackle and the roar Our home

Jingle Bells `Colin Buchanan`

Dashing through the bush In a rusty Holden ute Kicking up the dust Esky in the boot Kelpie by my side Singing Christmas songs It’s summertime and I am in My singlet, shorts and thongs CHORUS

The Wanaaring Road `Colin Buchanan`

If you head west beyond the Darling Near the corner country of New South Wales You'll know you've struck the real Australia When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road 2.

Harvest `Colin Buchanan`

The crops have just started to turn golden brown, Patches of green on retreat The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain Harvest will soon be here Ron took delivery of his header last

Living in Town `Colin Buchanan`

You took your bride to the farm The same land your father worked And your grandfather cleared You shared the joy of two sons One day the place would be theirs To share with their brides You took

Without You `Colin Buchanan`

Oh the bed I slip into is empty and frozen No lover have I to hold And my sleep it is fitful but I cling to the dreaming O how can I live one more night without you?

Smaller Every Year `Colin Buchanan`

There were young folk In the church hall In the old days They packed them in There was laughter There was singing It's a different story now ...

Handyman `Colin Buchanan`

So he rebuilt the cupboards Ripped up the floor Smashed up the sink re-hung the door Now it’s 10-times worse than it was before. Anyone can be a handyman ...

Farm Cars `Colin Buchanan`

’s scratched Panels bent and dented Can’t be matched Those no frills, no brakes Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars What a sight, Gurgling at sunrise Packed so tight, chippers hanging out the