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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 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 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 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. 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 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 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 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... 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 ... 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. 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 Runaway Train Colin Buchanan They were still bagging grain when the train pulled in He was a hardworkin' fella with a knockabout grin And the boss' daughter took a shine to him And they were off like a runaway train Close the 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 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 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 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... 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. He Waits Colin Buchanan They met in the summer of 1958, A hometown girl with stars in her eyes He came from out of town to work in the mill, She found what she was looking for And he, he found a wife. 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 .... 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 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 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 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 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 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 Uncle Viv Colin Buchanan Just what got me in I’m not quite sure, The hat with the Legacy badges Or the tales about the war? 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? 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 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 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