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By the Barwon Colin Buchanan It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon 2. 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 Progress Colin Buchanan Seen the fields they cleared tree by tree Seen the remnants of their industry In days that now have passed CHORUS All that’s gone before us seems so easily forgotten The sweat that dripped on 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 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 The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan They told me just a hundred people Make this little town their humble home But as I came in from Bedourie I found I most certainly was not alone Chorus They're 30 deep in the street By the pub The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan The autumn sun Warmed the sand Of the river running dry And around the gums Dads and mums Lay with dogs Under open skies And let the days slip by ... 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. 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. 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 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 The Heroes of the Flames Colin Buchanan The bush was like a tinder-box From a summer free of rain The unrelenting westerlies Quickly fanned the flames And with every passing hour The flames were burning higher Thousands faced destruction 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 The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan Turn the houselights down The audience is seated What’s going to hit this town tonight Will never be repeated They’ve dome from all around the joint To try and be the best At the Annual Bimbi Amateur Sons of the Country Colin Buchanan He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street He knows this city like it was his own But he talks about a life beyond the ranges And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus... Fields of Green Colin Buchanan 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 this day Let the 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 ... 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? 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 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 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 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 No Place like Home Colin Buchanan The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night And whatever it was that had drawn him away Was forgotten, was gone... Out West of the Mighty Darling Colin Buchanan Out west of the mighty Darling Where the big bomboras blow And turn daylight to the black of night In half an hour or so And you race for the nearest shelter From dust like rusty snow Out west of 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 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 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 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 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 In His Blood Colin Buchanan It’s an early start but that’s nothing new Making tracks through the heavy dew He’s got black dog Betty Man’s best friend Get the ewes in the yard Get the wethers penned CHORUS Tony sees the