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That Old Caravan Colin Buchanan

They hitched up that old caravan in 1963 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind And no particular plan Just a young bloke and his new

Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan

Fill up the waterbags, Hitch up the caravan Strap on the runabout, Top up the jerry can Those rusty ranges keep calling me From wherever I am To the edge of the Kimberley And at Kununurra well we

Handyman Colin Buchanan

CHORUS If you’ve got a hammer and electric drill, You don’t need money And you don’t need skill Do it for the fun Do it for the thrill Anyone can be a handyman Robby had a roof that leaked It

He Waits Colin Buchanan

She still remembers those good old days Nights filled with laughter and friends Drives in the country Nights at the cinema She still remembers But he, he seems to forget CHORUS He’s sitting

Tears On The Phone Colin Buchanan

Tears on the phone And I wish that I could hold you And we both feel so distant and alone Once again There are Tears on the phone It's Sunday night I'm back in this town There's not a whole lot

The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan

Old Bob McLeod's been driving road trains From dusty stations all out that way He's got bad teeth cause all his fillings Have rattled loose on the Wanaaring Road Chorus 4.

Rocko Colin Buchanan

We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel A couple of dudes from out of town and it wasn't hard to tell A fella with an old guitar Who'd been playing in the public bar Gave a gappy smile

Farm Cars Colin Buchanan

What’s that roar Rattling and rumbling?

Frank the Scab Colin Buchanan

CHORUS A trip to the tip The quick & the dead The old girl stands and shakes her head He takes the half full garbo down the road And comes back with a grin and A trailer load And the kids say “Wow

The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan

Now folk's will tell you Birdsville is a little town You'd miss it if you blink But I took a trip out that way And it's not the sort of town Most people think ....

Kurrajong Colin Buchanan

the windmill by the bore Don’t let their tears cloud the changes of my final years - They can say Kurrajong you came a long, long way In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron An old

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 ...

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

When it rained Colin Buchanan

was a city girl at heart And it would never let her go CHORUS The romance didn’t last long The whole thing fell apart The city life had chewed him up And cut him to the heart He wound the old

Chook Colin Buchanan

Chorus You can see him 'round Coota on the old pushbike With the B-double trailers and the CB mike The locals grin and look and say "Here comes Chook." 2.

The Local District Show Colin Buchanan

It’s the local district 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

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

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

Harvest Colin Buchanan

Only the lucerne is green Talk by the bar is of prices and yields Harvest will soon be here So will this be the year that the silos run full The year that the headers run slow The year that the

Paradise Colin Buchanan

It was a long drive over 200 k's of dirt We watched the country change from slopes to plains Stands of yellowbox Turned to Mallee green and grey And her beauty kept unfolding that day Chorus She

Singlets Blue Colin Buchanan

burrs right through the wool The red-eyed wethers buck and kick and pull; Double money for an angry ram, An aching back from a gentle lamb And eyes peeled for a bare-bellied ewes CHORUS So bend that

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

Come What May Colin Buchanan

It was tinder dry ‘round Illabo all summer And we're not entirely certain just how the fires began But when the flames had finally passed And we saw all that we’d lost We weren’t about to bid it

Fields of Green Colin Buchanan

Let it be our little secret, my love This pledge that no witness shall see This promise of love that will live though we part Declared in these fields of green Let only these clouds cast their shadows

By the Barwon Colin Buchanan

They'd had enough of the concrete footpath Had enough of the takeaway Must have been a dozen in that Falcon Heading down to the Barwon.

At Kalulah Colin Buchanan

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 in our hearts *But my love is here to stay No storm will ever wash that

The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan

Talent Quest They planned to use the local hall to stage the big event But in the end they had to hire a great big canvas tent The problem was the hall burned down at the last big B & S But that

The House on Fishy Lake Road Colin Buchanan

been empty and cold Whisper it softly let it unfold And tell me the story of The house on Fishy Lake Road And what of the ones who lived here You sheltered through weal and through woe The souls that

Here One Moment Colin Buchanan

No policy or insurance deal Could properly replace The memories and love That we had tied up in this place The markings on the door-frames All we've done and all we've known It takes months to build

Runaway Train Colin Buchanan

fella with a knockabout grin And the boss' daughter took a shine to him And they were off like a runaway train Close the line, put the signals down No flag or whistle going to stop them now And that