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Living in Town Colin Buchanan brides You took the good with the bad And watched the boys growing - They soon would be men But their lives were their own No heart for farming And a beckoning road ... they left you CHORUS Living 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. 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 ... 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 .... 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. Harvest Colin Buchanan 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 week And there’s contractors rolling through town The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan Chorus The measure of a man isn't found In the dollars in his pocket Or in where he lives in town It's what lies deep within Past the colour of his skin When we look there we begin to understand 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 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. 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 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 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 Farm Cars Colin Buchanan Those overheating, flat battery Gut thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars CHORUS They’re looking like they’re living on borrowed time, They sound just a little bit past their prime. Chook Colin Buchanan While Chook was busy I got a coffee Asked the bussies to fill me in Jethro from the big white coach Gave a crooked grin "Chook meets the busses. Picks up rubbish. Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan 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 knocked around Climbed Kelly's Knob on the edge of town 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 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 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 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... Come What May Colin Buchanan 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 all farewell Cos there’s been fire before in 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 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 The Heroes of the Flames Colin Buchanan In the bush and in the suburbs We watched the tragedy unfold For every tale of courage A thousand went untold Battered and exhausted Caked in dirt and sweat Relentless in the battle Saving others 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 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 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 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? 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... 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